Monday, January 2, 2017

Monday's Poetry: "To the New Year"

by Pa Rock
Poetry Appreciator

American poet W.S. Merwin penned this simple observation on the quiet and almost unnoticed arrival of a new year.  The breaking light of morning may seem no different than any other dawn, yet the symbolism of a new year beckons us with an ethereal sense of hope.  This new year, pershaps more than any other of recent memory, cries out for the solace of hope.  The hope before us is untouched, as the poet notes, and it is still possible.


To the New Year
by W.S. Merwin

With what stillness at last
you appear in the valley
your first sunlight reaching down
to touch the tips of a few
high leaves that do not stir
as though they had not noticed
and did not know you at all
then the voice of a dove calls
from far away in itself
to the hush of the morning

so this is the sound of you
here and now whether or not
anyone hears it this is
where we have come with our age
our knowledge such as it is
and our hopes such as they are
invisible before us
untouched and still possible

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