To This May

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by W. S. Merwin


They know so much more now about
the heart we are told but the world
still seems to come one at a time
one day one year one season and here
it is spring once more with its birds
nesting in the holes in the walls
its morning finding the first time
its light pretending not to move
always beginning as it goes


please note: art by Amamnda Cass

Comments

  1. RoseApril 19, 2009 at 1:12 PM

    Love the poem but the artwork is even better. Where DO you find all this good stuff?

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  2. Eleonora BaldwinApril 19, 2009 at 1:49 PM

    I'm torn between the art and the words.
    Thank you, as always, for letting us in to all this bounty.

    Ciao

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  3. KymApril 19, 2009 at 4:16 PM

    Bravo to both items....I love that poem and the illustration goes so well with it, I can feel the warm spring winds blowing through....

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  4. dsApril 19, 2009 at 4:21 PM

    "its light pretending not to move/always beginning as it goes" Wonderful. (I like Merwin)As Rose said, the picture is perfect--where do you find this stuff?

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  5. Erin DavisApril 19, 2009 at 4:30 PM

    I really like Merwin, and today I was happily watching the birds nesting in the holes in my walls.

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  6. robertApril 19, 2009 at 4:49 PM

    Incredible piece of art - being lost for words - thank you!

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  7. Deanna Bland Hiott PhD, MSN, RNApril 19, 2009 at 5:46 PM

    Lovely!

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  8. RudeeApril 19, 2009 at 5:53 PM

    It really is a miracle, isn't it? The flowers in the painting look like poppies. That reminds me, it's time to watch the Wizard of Oz.

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  9. AnnieApril 20, 2009 at 9:00 PM

    I love that painting, and the poem isn't bad either :-). xoxo

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