Thanks by W.S. Merwin Listen with the night falling we are saying thank you we are stopping on the bridges to bow from the railings we are running out of the glass rooms with our mouths full of food to look at the sky and say thank you we are standing by the […]
MoreTo Luck by W.S. Merwin In the cards and at the bend in the road we never saw you in the womb and in the crossfire in the numbers whatever you had your hand in which was everything we were told never to put our faith in you to bow to you humbly after […]
Morepoem is taped to trashcan Yesterday By W.S. Merwin My friend says I was not a good son you understand I say yes I understand – he says I did not go to see my parents very often you know and I say yes I know – even when I was […]
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