Sitting over words
very late I have heard a kind of whispered sighing
like a night wind in pines or like the sea in the dark
the echo of everything that has ever
still spinning its one syllable
between the earth and silence
— W. S. Merwin, “Utterance,” Rain in the Trees (Alfred A. Knopf, 1988).
It’s quite an undertaking to start loving somebody. You have to have energy, generosity, blindness. There is even a moment right at the start where you have to jump across an abyss: if you think about it you don’t do it.
Each second the Earth is struck hard
by four and a half pounds of sunlight.
Try to imagine that.
No wonder deep shade is what the soul longs for,
And not, as we always thought, the light.
No wonder the inner life is dark.
— Charles Wright, “In Praise of Thomas Hardy” (via deliabyrnes)