THE SOLSTICE IS COME
JUST NOW
In the morning as the storm begins to blow awaythe clear sky appears for a moment and it seems to me
that there has been something simpler than I could ever believesimpler than I could have begun to find words for
not patient not even waiting no more hiddenthan the air itself that became part of me for a while
with every breath and remained with me unnoticedsomething that was here unnamed unknown in the days
and the nights not separate from themnot separate from them as they came and were gone
it must have been here neither early nor late thenby what name can I address it now holding out my thanks
W. S. Merwinfrom The Pupil © 1988
Labels: aleardo terzi, anichini, henri riviere, leftwich, maxfield parrish, poetry, solstice, ws merwin, yoshitoshi Taiso
posted by lotusgreen at 8:10 AM
2 Comments:
Absolutely just wonderful, Lotus. Thank you for months of beauty and reflection. I am so glad that I discovered your blog.
Having said that, Princess Haiku vanished into a white fog of Solstice and was off to visit fairy rings.
Ever so slowly the earth turns towards light.
slowly, but surely.
i'm so glad you did too, princess.
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hi, and thanks so much for stopping by. i spend all too much time thinking my own thoughts about this stuff, so please tell me yours. i thrive on the exchange!
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