Saturday, September 6, 2014

Extraordinary Discourse 189


Spare Game Change





Utterance

by W. S. Merwin

Sitting over words
very late I have heard a kind of whispered sighing
not far
like a night wind in pines or like the sea in the dark
the echo of everything that has ever
been spoken
still spinning its one syllable
between the earth and silence









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