The star in my
Hand is fallingAll the uniforms know what's no useMay I bow to Necessity not
To her hirelings
Hand is fallingAll the uniforms know what's no useMay I bow to Necessity not
To her hirelings

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