A BIRTHDAY

Something continues and I don't know what to call it
though the language is full of suggestions
in the way of language
but they are all anonymous
and it's almost your birthday music next to my bones

these nights we hear the horses running in the rain
it stops and the moon comes out and we are still here
the leaks in the roof go on dripping after the rain has passed
smell of ginger flowers slips through the dark house
down near the sea the slow heart of the beacon flashes

the long way to you is still tied to me but it brought me to you
I keep wanting to give you what is already yours
it is the morning of the mornings together
breath of summer oh my found one
the sleep in the same current and each waking to you

when I open my eyes you are what I wanted to see.

Autore: W.S. Merwin

A BIRTHDAY <br /><br />Something continues and I don't know what to call it<br />though the language is full of suggestions<br />in the way of language<br />but they are all anonymous<br />and it's almost your birthday music next to my bones<br /><br />these nights we hear the horses running in the rain<br />it stops and the moon comes out and we are still here<br />the leaks in the roof go on dripping after the rain has passed<br />smell of ginger flowers slips through the dark house<br />down near the sea the slow heart of the beacon flashes<br /><br />the long way to you is still tied to me but it brought me to you<br />I keep wanting to give you what is already yours<br />it is the morning of the mornings together<br />breath of summer oh my found one<br />the sleep in the same current and each waking to you<br /><br />when I open my eyes you are what I wanted to see. - W.S. Merwin


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