life as strange garment

And just as I start delving into more WS Merwin, what should appear? A lovely article about Merwin’s work, particularly The Lice, and “gives us a mode to experience a dysfunctional world“.

For the Anniversary of My Death
WS Merwin
Every year without knowing it I have passed the day
When the last fires will wave to me
And the silence will set out
Tireless traveler
Like the beam of a lightless star

Then I will no longer
Find myself in life as in a strange garment
Surprised at the earth
And the love of one woman
And the shamelessness of men
As today writing after three days of rain
Hearing the wren sing and the falling cease
And bowing not knowing to what

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