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

December Night

The cold slope is standing in darkness
But the south of the trees is dry to the touch

The heavy limbs climb into the moonlight bearing feathers
I came to watch these
White plants older at night
The oldest
Come first to the ruins

And I hear magpies kept awake by the moon
The water flows through its
Own fingers without end

Tonight once more
I find a single prayer and it is not for men

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Such a great poem by William Stanley Merwin.................
Winter! ! With the muse of the cold. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
in destruction a magpie shows the light of living and a prayer lives for unknowingly! /// lovely poem
Very good poem...............
Tonight once more / I find a single prayer and it is not for men - - this poem just calls for meditation
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