William Stanley Merwin Long Poems

  • 1.
    When Hans Hofmann became a hedgehog
    somewhere in a Germany that has
    vanished with its forests and hedgerows
    Shakespeare would have been a young actor
    ...
  • 2.
    In the long evening of April through the cool light
    Bayle's two sheep dogs sail down the lane like magpies
    for the flock a moment before he appears near the oaks
    a stub of a man rolling as he approaches
    ...
  • 3.
    In a dream I returned to the river of bees
    Five orange trees by the bridge and
    Beside two mills my house
    Into whose courtyard a blind man followed
    ...
  • 4.
    So gradual in those summers was the going
    of the age it seemed that the long days setting out
    when the stars faded over the mountains were not
    leaving us even as the birds woke in full song and the dew
    ...
  • 5.
    At the last minute a word is waiting
    not heard that way before and not to be
    repeated or ever be remembered
    one that always had been a household word
    ...
  • 6.
    It was a late book given up for lost
    again and again with its sentences

    bare at last and phrases that seemed transparent
    ...
  • 7.
    How long ago the day is
    when at last I look at it
    with the time it has taken
    to be there still in it
    ...
  • 8.
    Duporte the roofer that calm voice
    those sure hands gentling weathered tiles
    into new generations or
    half of him rising through a roof
    ...
  • 9.
    While I think of them they are growing rare
    after the distances they have followed
    all the way to the end for the first time
    tracing a memory they did not have
    ...
Total 9 Long Poems by William Stanley Merwin

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