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Happy Birthday, W. S. Merwin! | Poems Rethabile Likes 🎂 Happy Birthday, W. S. Merwin! W. S. Merwin (1927–2019) — Photo via Copper Canyon Press Poet • Two-time Pulitzer Winner • U.S. Poet Laureate • born 30 September 1927 Today we celebrate the birthday of W. S. Merwin — one of America’s most revered poets, translators, and environmentalists. Here is his quietly devastating poem, "Yesterday," a story of a son, a father, and a moment that can never be recovered. Yesterday My friend says I was not a good son you understand I say yes I understand he says I did not go to see my parents very often you know and I say yes I know even when I was living in the same city he says maybe I would go there once a month or maybe even less I say oh yes he...

The Bay by Fiona Zerbst | Poems Rethabile Likes The Bay by Fiona Zerbst I There, on the shore, those broken rocks fragment the light and shade. I see you on the sand, waving faintly from that other side, where life seems a mirage in dimming green – your face now clear, not seen-unseen, because I am awake. The sea offers up waves in which you wade until you’re almost solid again, alive within the poems you made. II You loved that bay. It glitters, of course, with grey-tailed fish in swilling green, a foaminess that brews in the sun above a wave that runs without breaking. ...

The Mountain by Elizabeth Bishop | Poems Rethabile Likes The Mountain by Elizabeth Bishop At evening, something behind me. I start for a second, I blench, or staggeringly halt and burn, I do not know my age. In the morning it is different. An open book confronts me, too close to read in comfort. Tell me how old I am. And then the valleys stuff impenetrable mists like cotton in my ears. I do not know my age. I do not mean to complain. They say it is my fault. Nobody tells me anything. Tell me how old I am. The deepest demarcations c...