December Night Poem by William Stanley Merwin
December Night
The cold slope is standing in darkness
But the south of the trees is dry to the touch
The heavy limbs climb into the moonlight bearing feathers
I came to watch these
White plants older at night
The oldest
Come first to the ruins
And I hear magpies kept awake by the moon
The water flows through its
Own fingers without end
Tonight once more
I find a single prayer and it is not for men
Such a great poem by William Stanley Merwin.................
Winter! ! With the muse of the cold. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
in destruction a magpie shows the light of living and a prayer lives for unknowingly! /// lovely poem
'Tonight once more I find a single prayer and it is not for men' - these two lines leave a lot to think about. Congratulations to the poet on his poem's selection as the 'Classic Poem of the Day'!
And I hear magpies kept awake by the moon The water flows through its Own fingers without end Tonight once more I find a single prayer and it is not for men /// excellent poem penned; it's as usually to me a loving poem; delightful feel to read In the inner courtyard of the December night Love is cultivating endlessly in the heart of the lover The land of attraction is awakening with the immortal attraction of prayer He is not a man in the South's happy embrace of prayer; Women
The heavy limbs climb into the moonlight bearing feathers I came to watch these White plants older at night The oldest Come first to the ruins a very fine poem. tony
A narration of december night in a haunting style has truely earmarked the poem as a classic poem. Thanks for sharing it here.
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Stanley Amazing showcase of poetry, keep it up
Oh yes, I don't see ur comments now a days.