In Tribute to Poetry and to W.S. Merwin, a Great American Poet

For the Anniversary of My Death
By W. S. Merwin

Every year without knowing it I have passed the day
When the last fires will wave to me
And the silence will set out
Tireless traveler
Like the beam of a lightless star

Then I will no longer
Find myself in life as in a strange garment
Surprised at the earth
And the love of one woman
And the shamelessness of men
As today writing after three days of rain
Hearing the wren sing and the falling cease
And bowing not knowing to what

I love poetry. I have a couple of shelves of poetry books that I won’t part with. It’s not that I read it obsessively. Actually, I only read poetry now and then when the mood strikes me. Because it’s not like other reading. My mind has to be receptive to its silences, its insinuations, its craftiness. It challenges my mind while caressing it at the same time. I didn’t start out that way. I had to shed all the knowledge I had learned in school and learn to listen to it, really hear it, before I could love it. It makes me think that all children should be read a poem a day (or each week), with nothing said about it, the point being the listening. I think that would change the world.

Today’s Slice is a tribute to  much beloved American poet. W.S. Merwin whodied March 15, 2019, in Haiku, Haiku-Pauwela, HI at the age of 91. For more about him visit:

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barbara suter

I'm a retired teacher who enjoys writing and sharing in this; unique blogging community.

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