The Morning Hills

Flickr user: MarilynJane, via Photopin. Creative Commons license.
Flickr user: MarilynJane, via Photopin. Creative Commons license.

The Morning Hills

W.S. Merwin

As those who are gone now
keep wandering through our words
sounds of paper following them
at untold distances
so I wake again in the old house
where at times I have believed
that I was waiting for myself
and many years have gone
taking with them the semblance of youth
reason after reason ranges of blue hills
who did I think I was missing
those days neither here nor there
my own dog waiting
to be known

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Really into W.S. Merwin lately (I’m late to the party). I love those closing lines: “my own dog waiting/to be known.” Isn’t that what our own dogs are often waiting for?

Hope you have joyful weekends!

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