American Literature · Classic · Comedian · Contemporary · Excerpt · Fragment · Poetry

W. S. Merwin

The sun sets in the cold without friends
Without reproaches after all it has done for us
It goes down believing in nothing
When it has gone I hear the stream running after it
It has brought its flute it is a long way

— W. S. Merwin, from “Dusk in Winter,” The Second Four Books of Poems. (Copper Canyon Press, 1992)

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