Saturday, August 14, 2010

Grace Note






It is at last any morning
not answering to a name
I wake before there is light
hearing once more that same
music without repetition 
or beginning playing 
away into itself
in silence like a wave
a unison in its own
key that I seem
to have heard before I 
was listening but by the time
I hear it now it is gone
as when on a morning
alive with sunlight
almost at the year's end
a feathered breath a bird
flies in at the open window
then vanishes leaving me
believing what I do not see



~  W. S. Merwin
art by Van Gogh

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