A Perfect Morning For Reading W.S. Merwin

August 9, 2010 — 0

Here's a love poem to Paula, his wife... Late Spring by W.S. Merwin Coming into the high room again after years after oceans and shadows of hills and the sounds after losses and feet on stairs after looking and mistakes and forgetting turning there thinking to find no one except those I knew finally I saw you sitting in white already waiting you of whom I had heard with my own ears since the beginning for whom more than once I have opened the door believing you were not far

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