For the Anniversary of My Death

by W.S. Merwin

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 traveller
Like the beam of a lightless star

Then I will no longer
Find myself in life as in a strange garment
Surprised at the earth

And the love of one woman
And the shamelessness of men
As today writing after three days of rain
Hearing the wren sing and the fallling cease
And bowing not knowing to what

 

William Stanley Merwin (September 30, 1927 – March 15, 2019)

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