William Stanley Merwin
Who is William Stanley Merwin
William Stanley Merwin (September 30, 1927 – March 15, 2019) was an American poet who wrote more than fifty books of poetry and prose, and produced many works in translation. During the 1960s anti-war movement, Merwin's unique craft was thematically characterized by indirect, unpunctuated narration. In the 1980s and 1990s, his writing influence derived from an interest in Buddhist philosophy and deep ecology. Residing in a rural part of Maui, Hawaii, he wrote prolifically and was dedicated to the restoration of the island's rainforests.
Merwin received many honors, including the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry in 1971 and 2009; the National Book Award for Poetry in 2005, and the Tanning Prize—one of the highest honors bestowed by the Academy of American Poets—as well as the Golden...
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William Stanley Merwin Poems
- Some Last Questions
What is the head
A. Ash
What are the eyes
A. The wells have fallen in and have
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- Remembering
There are threads of old sound heard over and over
phrases of Shakespeare or Mozart the slender
wands of the auroras playing out from them
into dark time the passing of a few
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- The Burnt Child
Matches among other things that were not allowed
never would be
lying high in a cool blue box
that opened in other hands and there they all were
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- A Letter To Ruth Stone
Now that you have caught sight
of the other side of darkness
the invisible side
so that you can tell
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- Beggars And Kings
In the evening
all the hours that weren't used
are emptied out
and the beggars are waiting to gather them up
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- Timdski: rip, william stanley merwin
- Momiramonika: every year without knowing
i have passed the day
when the last fires will wave to me
and the silence will set out
tireless traveler
like the beam of a lightless star ~
~ william stanley merwin ~
30.9.1927-15.3.2019
foto: michael shainblum
- _iamrilya: your absence has gone through me
like thread through a needle.
everything i do is stitched with its color.
by william stanley merwin
- Happy_at_home_: every year without knowing it i have passed the day.
-william stanley merwin “for the anniversary of my death” 1967
“love and death”
francisco goya
1799
- Everytitlecincy: opening the hand : poems—merwin, w. s. (william stanley), 1927-2019
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