Tuesday, January 5, 2016

to the new year

With what stillness at last
you appear in the valley
your first sunlight reaching down
to touch the tips of a few
high leaves that do not stir
as though they had not noticed
and did not know you at all
then the voice of a dove calls
from far away in itself
to the hush of the morning

so this is the sound of you
here and now whether or not
anyone hears it this is
where we have come with our age
our knowledge such as it is
and our hopes such as they are
invisible before us
untouched and still possible

~ W. S. Merwin
from Present Company


Ruth G said...

I just discovered this beautiful blog. Thank you for this exquisite pairing of poem and visual image, for this generous offering. I would like to recommend three poems by Kathleen Raine: Spell Against Sorrow,
To the Sun, and a short poem-

Polluted tide
Desecrated earth destroyed
Yet one green leaf opens for the heart
The shelter of a great forest.

I am also often nourished by the poetry of Ursula Le Guin, a serious and charming essayist as well, a true woman of letters.