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W. S. Merwin

The wind lifts the whole branch of the poplar carries it up and out and holds it there while each leaf is the whole tree reaching from its roots in the dark earth out through all its rings of memory to where it has never been — W. S. Merwin, from “Weinrich’s Hand,” The Moon… Continue reading W. S. Merwin

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W.S. Merwin

Every year without knowing it I have passed the day When the last fires will wave to me And the silence will set out Tireless traveler Like the beam of a lightless star — W.S. Merwin, from “For the Anniversary of My Death,” The Second Four Books of Poems (Copper Canyon Press, 1993)

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