Poems by William Stanley Merwin
To the Consolations of Philosophy
... thank you but grief is selfish and in ...
Small Woman on Swallow Street
... So must keep walking all the time, hurry, for ...
Separation
... Everything I do is stitched with its color ...
The Animals
... Saying yes Saying look carefully yes ...
Hearing
... each with its lime-washed church by the baked square ...
St Vincent’s
... anything I have seen the building drift moonlit through geraniums ...
Memorandum
... when the calling has stopped and those ...
Fox Sleep
... * * * There are the yellow beads of the stonecrops and the twisted flags ...
Vixen
... on the breathless night on the bridge with one end I remember you ...
To the Blank Spaces
... I might have guessed from the order in which ...
Native Trees
... where my father and my mother were born ...
I Live Up Here
... Every time The glass knights lie by their gloves of blood ...
Night Singing
... and dried skins have yielded their details and tapes have been ...
In the Winter of My Thirty-Eighth Year
... To my uses Of course there is nothing the matter with the stars ...
Star
... something was standing out there on the floor ...
