The BlueIris Semi-Nightly Poetry Break, 1/22/09

[BlueIris]

"Whenever I Go There"

Whenever I go there everything is changed

The stamps on the bandages the titles
Of the professors of water

The portrait of Glare the reasons for
The white mourning

In new rocks new insects are sitting
With the lights off
And once more I remember that the beginning

Is broken

No wonder the addresses are torn

To which I make my way eating the silence of animals
Offering snow to the darkness

Today belongs to few and tomorrow to no one

—W.S. Merwin

[Chan790]

1. Death.

What a beautiful but sad poem.

Today belongs to so few and tomorrow to no one.

[BlueIris]

4. Yeah, that last line is a killer. nt

[Tuesday Afternoon]

2. so few lines

creating powerful imagery. Intriguing.

[BlueIris]

3. Merwin is very concise.

One of the things I like the best about his work.

[Tuesday Afternoon]

5. me too

sometimes words get in the way, imo.

[BlueIris]

6. Kick.