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Here's a bit of perfection, a knowing nod to September, from the incomparable W.S. Merwin.
To the Light of September
by W. S. Merwin
When you are already here
you appear to be only
a name that tells of you
whether you are present or not
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(Read the rest here, at the Poetry Foundation.)
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The Poetry Friday round-up is being hosted this week by Buffy Silverman.
(Photo thanks to Hans at Pixabay.)
I guess one could say Merwin is perfection! He watches and writes and shows us September! Thanks, Karen, a lovely post this week!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Linda! I love the lines "and for now it seems as though/
Deleteyou are still summer" — oh, it does!
Oh, I had never read To the Light of September--exquisite! These lines really resonated with me:
ReplyDelete"but they all know
that you have come
the seed heads of the sage
the whispering birds
with nowhere to hide you
to keep you for later"
Thanks for sharing it!
Buffy, my pleasure!
DeletePerfect poem for today, Karen! As I read, I recognized so many things from my immediate surroundings: yellow petals, chill mornings, whispering birds. Sigh.
ReplyDeleteTracey, me too—our last couple of mornings have had this feel. :)
DeleteSuch a lovely poem!! Perfection. :)
ReplyDeleteJama, you're back! Yay! Glad you liked this one.
Delete"You are still summer...
ReplyDelete...yet with a glint
of bronze in the chill mornings". --- Ahhh.... This is my morning.
It was my morning, too, Patricia — instantly recognizable as that subtle, beautiful just-beginning change.
DeleteOh, wow. That last stanza. I'm feeling weepy this morning anyway, but that just brought MORE tears to my eyes.
ReplyDeleteI'm sorry I added more tears, Mary Lee—hoping it's the kind of weepiness that's just a passing feeling. xo
DeleteWhat a cool idea to write a poem to the light of September! It never occurs to me to write to the month, but I should put that on my To Write list. Beautiful poem xo
ReplyDeleteTabatha, I have many things to say to February. :D
DeleteOh, September! Truly my favourite month of the year - fresh starts and new beginnings, and even some bittersweet lettings go.
ReplyDeleteI love September too, Jane! It has a little bit of everything. :)
DeleteAh! September shines outside in nature and inside your post, Karen. Thanks for the moments of peace.
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