The New Song
For some time I thought there was time
and that there would always be time
for what I had a mind to do
and what I could imagine
going back to and finding it
as I had found it the first time
but by this time I do not know
what I thought when I thought back thenthere is no time yet it grows less
there is the sound of rain at night
arriving unknown in the leaves
once without before or after
then I hear the thrush waking
at daybreak singing the new songW S Merwin
The Moon Before Morning
Our neighbour brought us a beautiful thrush, stunned after flying directly into her window. ‘You’re good with birds,’ she said.
And it’s true that, sometimes, after an hour or two of warmth and watching, breeze ruffling feathers revivifies, and we have known the joy of tentative flapping giving way again to flight.
But not this time ‘as I had found it the first time’. So there’s been another little burial.
And a flood of metaphors perennial.
And then this morning, at daybreak …
wind in my wheels 🌱 
So sad.
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Beautiful poem. Thank you. And I am very sad about the bird. We have given Rescue Remedy is such circumstances and it has often worked.
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No words…xx
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Exquisite. Love Merwin’s poetry. Was first introduced to him in college and have been hooked ever since…. xx
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Thanks friends. Yes, Lori. Exquisite is such a great word for this. Startlingly deep communication that cuts with diamond right to the marrow. This, for me, is one of the most profound and deeply moving reflections on time I know – poetry truly flowing free – without the slightest steer from punctuation! And daybreak, and daybreak, and … I do not know / what I thought when I thought back then … and always a new song! xx
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