Tuesday, February 8, 2011

W.S. Merwin

"I look for you my curl of sleep

my breathing wave on the night shore

my star in the fog of morning

I think you can always find me

I call to you under my breath

I whisper to you through the hours

all your names my ear of shadow

I think you can always hear me

I wait for you my promised day

my time again my homecoming

my being where you wait for me

I think always of you waiting."

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