Poems by W. S. Merwin

October 11, 1994

Noah's Raven

Why should I have returned?

My knowledge would not fit into theirs.

I found untouched the desert of the unknown,

Big enough for my feet. It is my home.

It is always beyond them. The future

Splits the present with the echo of my voice.

Hoarse with fulfilment, I never made promises.

Cat Ghosts


Years after

in a kitchen of another country

you're still hungry


& In the heat of the day

your shadow comes back

to lie on your stone

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