Tuesday, July 14, 2009



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

-- W. S. Merwin --

Grandma died a year ago.


Ruth said...

I'm struck by the lines of her waves and the lines of the rose. She is so lovely.

The poem is difficult - maybe one you don't get or tie to a chair with a rope. But the words and lines feel true in a not-knowing way. I like the last line especially.

Claudia said...

I should have posted the title of the poem, which is "For the Anniversary of my Death". I think it's the only poem I've posted twice on my blog.

My grandmother was lovely and very strong willed. She had a long and full life and left us a lot of fond memories.