Poetry

“Rain Light” by W.S. Merwin.

All day the stars watch from long ago
my mother said I am going now
when you are alone you will be all right
whether or not you know you will know
look at the old house in the dawn rain
all the flowers are forms of water
the sun reminds them through a white cloud
touches the patchwork spread on the hill
the washed colors of the afterlife
that lived there long before you were born
see how they wake without a question
even though the whole world is burning

Poetry

“A Birthday” by W. S. Merwin.

Something continues and I don’t know what to call it
though the language is full of suggestions
in the way language
but they are all anonymous
and it’s almost your birthday music next to my bones

these night we hear the horses running in the rain
it stops and the moon comes out and we are still here
the leaks in the roof go on dripping after the rain has passed
smell of ginger flowers slips through the dark house
down near the sea the slow heart of the beacon flashes

the long way to you is still tied to me but it brought me to you
I keep wanting to give you what is already yours
it is morning of the mornings together
breath of summer oh my found one
the sleep in the same current and each waking to you

what I open my eyes you are what I wanted to see