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.


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.

W.S. Merwin

I am delighted to have this book!

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