True To Its Roots

When I launched this blog (that makes it sound like some kind of grand opening with those arm-waving blow-up things that go nuts on sidewalks) I wanted to explore the non-existent intersections between two of my favorite things: Merwin and um, Merwin. These days, I rarely post about one or the other and haven't melded the two lately, so I will rather deftly, subtly and not-at-all literally bring them together below. HA!

April
W.S. Merwin

When we have gone the stone will stop singing

April April
Sinks through the sand of names

Days to come
With no stars hidden in them

You that can wait being there

You that lose nothing
Know nothing