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With what stillness ultimately
you seem within the valley
your first daylight reaching down
to the touch the ideas of some
excessive leaves that don’t stir
as if they’d not observed
and didn’t know you in any respect
then the voice of a dove calls
from distant in itself
to the hush of the morning
so that is the sound of you
right here and now whether or not or not
anybody hears it that is
the place now we have include our age
our information akin to it’s
and our hopes akin to they’re
invisible earlier than us
untouched and nonetheless doable
–W.S. Merwin, from Current Firm (2005, Copper Canyon Press), utilized by permission of the publishers. Copyright © 2005 by W. S. Merwin.
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