Wednesday, May 21, 2014
W.S. MERWIN, PETER GIZZI ~
A Black Kite
These long cool days at the end of spring
begin with a soundless blaze at sunrise
above the distant rim of the valley
all day clouds gather and clear again
as I remember other cold springtimes here
through the coming and going of years
the losses the changes the long love come to at last
with the river down there flowing through it all
under the clear moment that never changed
in all that time not asking for anything
still the wren sings and the oriole remembers
and every evening now a black kite
glides low overhead coming from the upland
alone not climbing the thermals not hunting
not calling not busy about anything
wings and tail scarcely moving as he
slips out above the open valley
filled with the long gold light before sunset
sailing into it only to be there
________________________
W.S. Merwin
The Moon Before Morning
Copper Canyon Press, 2014
Speck
Single the sky, pulled taut above earth
single the sky, above water. Bound
to bark and leaves. You are solo.
Blended into paint and forced into color
the song of a man in his bed at dusk
the sparrows lighting outside his window.
________________
Peter Gizzi
In Defense of Nothing
Selected Poems 1987-2011
Wesleyan, 2014
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