Saturday, September 10, 2011

the flight of language





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Some of the leaves stay on all winter
and spring comes without knowing
whether there is suffering in them
or ever was
and what it is in the tongue they speak
that cannot be remembered by listening
for the whole time that they are on the tree
and then as they fly off with the air 
that always through their lives was there





~ W.S. Merwin
from The Pupil
art by haiku



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