American Literature · Classic · Collection · Contemporary · Poetry

W. S. Merwin

All through the dark the wind looks
for the grief it belongs to
but there was no place
for that any more

I have looked too
and seen only the nameless hunger
watching us out of the stars
ancestor

and the black fields

—W. S. Merwin, “Night Wind,” The Second Four Books of Poems. (Copper Canyon Press, 1992)

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