Saturday, March 16, 2013


Sitting over words
very late I have heard a kind of whispered sighing
not far
like a night wind in pines or like the sea in the dark
the echo of everything that has ever
been spoken
still spinning its one syllable
between the earth and silence

~ W. S. Merwin
 from The Rain in the Trees


Anonymous said...

now is very late.
I am sitting over these words.
i'm listening to the echo.
and I'm thankfull so much
for all (each) of your beauty posting ...

wish you everything good,