Of the professors of waterThe portrait of Glare the reasons for
The white mourningIn new rocks new insects are sitting
With the lights off
And once more I remember that the beginningIs brokenNo wonder the addresses are tornTo which I make my way eating the silence of animals
Offering snow to the darknessToday belongs to few and tomorrow to no one
1927 - Present/AmericanWilliam Stanley Merwin is an American poet. During the 1960s anti-war movement, Merwin's unique craft was thematically characterized by indirect, unpunctuated narration. In the 80s and 90s, Merwin's writing influence derived from his in…
View profile & all 50 Poems / StoriesI am looking at treesthey may be one of the things I will miss
I wake in the dark and rememberit is the morning when I must start
At the beginning the oldest man sat on the cornerof the garden wall by the road under a vast
Your absence has gone through meLike thread through a needle.
First forget what time it isfor an hour
