death is a place

. They say the sun will come back at midnight after all my one love but we know how the minutes fly out into the dark trees and vanish like ...

  . Only humans believe there is a word for goodbye we have one in every language one of the first words we learn it is made out of greeting...

  .   If we are separated I will  try to wait for you  on your side of things  your side of the wall and the water  and of the light moving ...

. Skill in living, awareness of belonging to the world, delight in being part of the world, always tends to involve knowing our kinship as a...

. Let me imagine that we will come again when we want to and it will be spring we will be no older than we ever were the worn griefs will ha...

. Can I get used to it day after day a little at a time while the tide keeps coming in faster the waves get bigger building on...

. 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 ...

  . Now I am old enough to remember people speaking of immortality as though it were something known to exist a tangible ...

. Finally the old man is telling the forgotten names and the names of the stones they came from for a long time I asked...

.   When it is not yet day I am walking on centuries of dead chestnut leaves In a place without grief Though the oriol...

    .   These trees have no names‬ whatever we call them where will the meanings be when the words are forgotten will I...

. Naturally it is night. Under the overturned lute with its One string I am going my way Which has a strange sound. This w...

. Every year without knowing it I have passed the day When the last fires will wave to me And the silence will set out Tireless ...

.  Your absence has gone through me Like thread through a needle. Everything I do is stitched with its color. –W. S. Merwin . ...