"Wish" by Robert Creeley (Journal entry, April 2013) and W.S. Merwin" The Nomad Flute "


WISH

 I am
transformed into a clam.

 I will
be very, very still.

so natural be,
and never “me”

alone so far from home
a stone

would end it all
but for this tall

enduring tree,
the sea,

the sky
and I.

Robert Creeley

 
 
The Nomad Flute…

You that sang to me once sing to me now
Let me hear your long lifted note
Survive with me
The star is fading
I can think farther  than that but I forget
Do you hear me
 
Do you still hear me
Does your air remember you
O breath of morning
Night song morning song
I have with me
All the rest I do not know
I have lost none of it
But I know better now
Than to ask you
Where you learned that music
Where any of it came from

Once there were lions in China
I will listen until the flute stops
And the light is old again

 

 
 


 

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