Thank you for sharing this :), it led me to his 'A Summer Night,' which I am (quickly becoming) quite enamored with:
'A Summer Night'
Years later the cloud brightens in the east the moon rises out of the long evening just past midsummer of a cold year the smell of roses waves through the stone room open to the north and its sleeping valley gnarled limbs of walnut trees and brows of extinct barns blacken against the rising silver of night so long I have known this that it seems to me to be mine it has gone for so long that I think I have carried it with me without knowing it was there in the daytime through talk and in the light of eyes and travelling in windows it has been there the whole way on the other side like a face known from another time from before and afterwards constantly rising and about to appear
Oh? Let me know what you think of it. I understand that his style shifted over time, so it would be interesting to see how the period(s) in the book compare with 'A Summer Night.'
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
Date: 2016-04-04 07:03 am (UTC)'A Summer Night'
Years later the cloud brightens in the east
the moon rises out of the long evening
just past midsummer of a cold year
the smell of roses waves through the stone room
open to the north and its sleeping valley
gnarled limbs of walnut trees and brows of extinct
barns blacken against the rising silver of night
so long I have known this that it seems to me
to be mine it has gone for so long
that I think I have carried it with me
without knowing it was there in the daytime
through talk and in the light of eyes and travelling
in windows it has been there the whole way
on the other side like a face known from
another time from before and afterwards
constantly rising and about to appear
-W. S. Merwin
no subject
Date: 2016-04-04 01:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-04-04 01:29 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-04-04 06:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-04-04 06:39 pm (UTC)