Sunday, January 06, 2019

Poetry Sunday


For our first Poetry Sunday of 2019, why not a poem in honor of the generic new year? ...

To the New Year 
by W. S. Merwin 

With what stillness at last
you appear in the valley
your first sunlight reaching down
to touch the tips of a few
high leaves that do not stir
as though they had not noticed
and did not know you at all
then the voice of a dove calls
from far away in itself
to the hush of the morning

so this is the sound of you
here and now whether or not
anyone hears it this is
where we have come with our age
our knowledge such as it is
and our hopes such as they are
invisible before us
untouched and still possible


With "our knowledge such as it is and our hopes such as they are," we creep tentatively into 2019. Good luck.

Have a good day and enjoy the rest of your weekend. More thoughts coming.

Bilbo

2 comments:

Jono said...

Lovely and so relatable.

Mike said...

I see the need for four commas and four periods. Was this a test?