National Poetry Month

[brigdh]

West Wall W. S. Merwin

In the unmade light I can see the world
as the leaves brighten I see the air
the shadows melt and the apricots appear
from a thousand trees ripening in the air
they are ripening in the sun along the west wall
apricots beyond number are ripening in the daylight.

Whatever was there
I never saw those apricots swaying in the light
I might have stood in orchards forever
without beholding the day in the apricots
or knowing the ripeness of the lucid air
or touching the apricots in your skin
or tasting in your mouth the sun in the apricots

Comments

[ranalore.livejournal.com]

And this one makes me think of Saiyuki. *G*

[wordsofastory.livejournal.com]

Heh, yeah, I can see that.