So this is what I am
Pondering his eyes that could not
Conceive that I was a creature to run from
I who have always believed too much in words
part memory part distance remaining
mine in the ways that I learn to miss you
Modern poetry, for me, began not in English at all but in Spanish, in the poems of Lorca.
W.S. MerwinTag: poetry federico-garcia-lorca spanish-literature contemporary-poetry modern-poetry
Through all of youth I was looking for you
without knowing what I was looking for
Tag: youth
Poetry is a way of looking at the world for the first time.
W.S. MerwinTell me what you see vanishing and I will tell you who you are
W.S. MerwinMy words are the garment of what I shall never be
Like the tucked sleeve of a one-armed boy.
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he suggested I pray to the Muse
get down on my knees and pray
right there in the corner and he
said he meant it literally
Berryman"
I will tell you what he told me
in the years just after the war
as we then called
the second world war
don't lose your arrogance yet he said
you can do that when you're older
lose it too soon and you may
merely replace it with vanity
just one time he suggested
changing the usual order
of the same words in a line of verse
why point out a thing twice
he suggested I pray to the Muse
get down on my knees and pray
right there in the corner and he
said he meant it literally
it was in the days before the beard
and the drink but he was deep
in tides of his own through which he sailed
chin sideways and head tilted like a tacking sloop
he was far older than the dates allowed for
much older than I was he was in his thirties
he snapped down his nose with an accent
I think he had affected in England
as for publishing he advised me
to paper my wall with rejection slips
his lips and the bones of his long fingers trembled
with the vehemence of his views about poetry
he said the great presence
that permitted everything and transmuted it
in poetry was passion
passion was genius and he praised movement and invention
I had hardly begun to read
I asked how can you ever be sure
that what you write is really
any good at all and he said you can't
you can't you can never be sure
you die without knowing
whether anything you wrote was any good
if you have to be sure don't write
You grieve
Not that heaven does not exist but
That it exists without us
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