Poem Hunter
(September 30, 1927 / New York / United States)


Poem By William Stanley Merwin

Naturally it is night.
Under the overturned lute with its
One string I am going my way
Which has a strange sound.

This way the dust, that way the dust.
I listen to both sides
But I keep right on.
I remember the leaves sitting in judgment
And then winter.

I remember the rain with its bundle of roads.
The rain taking all its roads.

Young as I am, old as I am,

I forget tomorrow, the blind man.
I forget the life among the buried windows.
The eyes in the curtains.
The wall
Growing through the immortelles.
I forget silence
The owner of the smile.

This must be what I wanted to be doing,
Walking at night between the two deserts,

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Comments (4)

..........lovely poem....sounds like a peaceful night.... ~ Walking at night between the two deserts, Singing. ~
Oh deary me... i adore this..... i really felt so much
I love the ending, the music rises through the entire piece. Beautiful like Chopin notes everywhere.
tell me how to make this magic