Midnight in Early Spring

Midnight in Early Spring

At one moment a few old leaves come in frightened and lie down together and stop moving the nights now go in threes as in a time of danger the flies sleep like sentries on the darkened panes some alien blessing is on its way to us some prayer ignored for centuries is about to be granted to the prayerless in this place who were you cold voice born in captivity rising last martyr of hope last word of a language last son other half of grief who were you so that we may know why when the streams wake tomorrow and we are free

Poet: W.S. Merwin
Source: @MerwinConservancy
Books: @AbeBooks

Some alien blessing is on its way to us.

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