Saturday, February 5, 2011

dew light






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Now in the blessed days of more and less
when the news about time is that each day
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there is less of it I know none of that
as I walk out through the early garden
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only the day and I are here with no
before or after and the dew looks up
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without a number or a present age
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~ W. S. Merwin




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