THIS WEEK, five words from W.S.Merwin's "thanks":
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by W. S. Merwin | ||
Listen with the night falling we are saying thank you we are stopping on the bridges to bow from the railings we are running out of the glass rooms with our mouths full of food to look at the sky and say thank you we are standing by the water thanking it smiling by the windows looking out in our directions back from a series of hospitals back from a mugging after funerals we are saying thank you after the news of the dead whether or not we knew them we are saying thank you over telephones we are saying thank you in doorways and in the backs of cars and in elevators remembering wars and the police at the door and the beatings on stairs we are saying thank you in the banks we are saying thank you in the faces of the officials and the rich and of all who will never change we go on saying thank you thank you with the animals dying around us our lost feelings we are saying thank you with the forests falling faster than the minutes of our lives we are saying thank you with the words going out like cells of a brain with the cities growing over us we are saying thank you faster and faster with nobody listening we are saying thank you we are saying thank you and waving dark though it is. THis Week's Words: BRIDGES GLASS ANIMALS DARK MOUTHS Happy Writing. |
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Wandering across bridges of glass over dark currents…
rivers…oceans…don’t look down…this animal that I am
doesn’t swim or fly…and gravity is constant…but still I
mouth attitudes to comfort those of my kind who follow and
expect to find me safe on the other side…waiting for them…(so
many other sides…so many glass bridges…so many dark currents)
still…they expect to find me there…. waiting.
4:25 A.M.BLUES
we are waiting in the small ways
that humans wait for each other
in the dark solitude morning in
the restorative hours of sleep
pinned with hope and trust to
the walls of our serene truths
we stand near the edge of bridges
and contemplate the river below
the river holding our strength
our sense of resonance like glass
and we are waiting eternally in
cool notions about time's effect
we hope our balance is still okay
we have so far to go and we go on
we speak words to the animals
like the deer nearby telling them
hello we are waiting to come home
our mouths are open we are here
POEM FOR THE WOMAN IN A BLACK BATHING SUIT
bridges of words
black bathing suit you
glass ocean
falling waves
dark fabric beauty
mouths on fire
animals making sounds
sounds making you
come alive with truth
Lived in the mouths of animals- I have.
Explored the teeth of beasts that swallow me- they would.
Let dark come what light may leave- it has.
Glass eyes and plastic hearts embraced me- they did.
Built bridges of matchsticks, soaked in gasoline- they were.
Offered my body to the moon, redoubled shone- it was.
Rebirthed in the pool of no past.
Rebirthed in the pool of no past.
Felt my skin brand new it is.
Backwards religion gave birth to this death, full grown.
Kicking and screaming, no sound it came- right now.
My feet touch the sky-they do.
My feet touch the sky- they do.
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