Thursday, August 13, 2020

hush






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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


—W.S. Merwin
Utterance
Rain in the Trees

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