Weekly Poem: 'The Nomad Flute'

  **The Nomad Flute** by W.S. Merwin You that sang to me once sing to me now let me hear your long lifted note survive with me the star is fading I can think farther than that but I forget do you hear me do you still hear me does your air remember you oh breath of morning night song morning song I have with me all that I do not know I have lost none of it but I know better now than to ask you where you learned that music where any of it came from once there were lions in China I will listen until the flute stops and the light is old again   As one of the country's leading poets for decades and author of more than 50 books of verse, translation and prose, "W.S. Merwin":http://www.pbs.org/newshour/indepth_coverage/entertainment/poetry/profiles/poet_merwin.html has won just about every major award available, from his first volume in 1952, "A Mask for Janus," which was selected for the Yale Series of Younger Poets to his most recent in 2009, "The Shadow of Sirius," which earned him his second Pulitzer Prize. Watch his recent conversation with Jeffrey Brown "here":http://www.pbs.org/newshour/art/blog/2010/10/wednesday-on-the-newshour-ws-merwin.html.