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W. S. Merwin
W. S. Merwin
William Stanley Merwin was born in New York City on September 30,...
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Variation on a Theme

 
by W. S. Merwin

Thank you my life long afternoon
late in this spring that has no age
my window above the river
for the woman you led me to
when it was time at last the words
coming to me out of mid-air
that carried me through the clear day
and come even now to find me
for old friends and echoes of them
those mistakes only I could make
homesickness that guides the plovers
from somewhere they had loved before
they knew they loved it to somewhere
they had loved before they saw it
thank you good body hand and eye
and the places and moments known
only to me revisiting
once more complete just as they are
and the morning stars I have seen
and the dogs who are guiding me






From Collected Poems 1996-2011 by W.S. Merwin. Copyright © 2013 by W.S. Merwin. Reprinted by permission of The Library of America. This poem appeared in Poem-A-Day on May 29, 2013. Browse the Poem-A-Day archive.
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