Today, I bring you a poem from another of my favorite poets, W.S. Merwin.
There are so many (many, MANY) fabulous Merwin poems. (If you haven't check out his work . . .oh, do!) The one I chose for today is from his last published book, Garden Time. It's a bit melancholy and thoughtful, and - for me - perfect for These Days. I've always loved Merwin's spare style, his crashing words, the fact that there is no punctuation. His poems are always a ride!
Living With the News
Can I get used to it day after day
a little at a time while the tide keeps
coming in faster the waves get bigger
building on each other breaking records
this is not the world that I remember
then comes the day when I open the box
that I remember packing with such care
and there is the face that I had known well
in little pieces staring up at me
it is not mentioned on the front pages
but somewhere back near the real estate
among the things that happen every day
to someone who now happens to be me
and what can I do and who can tell me
then there is what the doctor comes to say
endless patience will never be enough
our only hope is to be the daylight
My best wishes to all of you . . . for a weekend filled with peace and solace, time to rest -- and things that bring you joy. (And maybe some poetry, too.)
Today's poem was published in Garden Time, W.S. Merwin, Copper Canyon Press, 2016. Information about the poet can be found here.