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By W.S. Merwin
All day the stars watch from long ago
my mother said I am going now
when you are alone you will be all right
whether or not you know you will know
look at the old house in the dawn rain
all the flowers are forms of water
the sun reminds them through a white cloud
touches the patchwork spread on the hill
the washed colors of the afterlife
that lived there long before you were born
see how they wake without a question
even though the whole world is burning
Editor’s note: Watch Jeffrey Brown’s conversation with W.S. Merwin and learn more about the poet by visiting the NewsHour’s Poetry Series.
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