Thursday, May 29, 2014
White petals, golden stamens, reticulated leaves and thorns
This pesky fenceline shrub is revealing itself by flowering to be a blackberry; we think the birds must eat the berries before we can.
Today I treated myself to a new (2014) slender book from Copper Canyon Press of the poetry of W.S. Merwin, THE MOON BEFORE MORNING. Here are two poem from pages 6 and 7 in the book; because I don't plan to eat it all in one gulp.
BY THE FRONT DOOR
Rain through the morning
and in the long pool a toad singing
happiness old as water
Now in the blessed days of more and less
when the news about time is that each day
there is less of it I know none of that
as I walk out through the early garden
only the day and I are here with no
before or after and the dew looks up
without a number or present age.
I am delighted to have this book!
at 10:19 PM