William Stanley Merwin Poems

Every year without knowing it I have passed the day
When the last fires will wave to me
And the silence will set out
Tireless traveller
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My friends without shields walk on the target

It is late the windows are breaking
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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
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Why did he promise me
that we would build ourselves
an ark all by ourselves
out in back of the house
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Naturally it is night.
Under the overturned lute with its
One string I am going my way
Which has a strange sound.
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Matches among other things that were not allowed
never would be
lying high in a cool blue box
that opened in other hands and there they all were
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It is March and black dust falls out of the books
Soon I will be gone
The tall spirit who lodged here has
Left already
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Gray whale
Now that we are sinding you to The End
That great god
Tell him
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How long ago the day is
when at last I look at it
with the time it has taken
to be there still in it
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In a dream I returned to the river of bees
Five orange trees by the bridge and
Beside two mills my house
Into whose courtyard a blind man followed
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