Tuesday, January 23, 2018

all the flowers are forms of water


All day the stars watch from long ago
my mother said I am going now

when you are alone you will be all right
whether or not you know you will know

look at the old house in the dawn rain
all the flowers are forms of water

the sun reminds them through a white cloud
touches the patchwork spread on the hill

the washed colors of the afterlife
that lived there long before you were born

see how they wake without a question
even though the whole world is burning

W.S. Merwin
Rain Light


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