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 Contents | February 2002 In This Issue (Contributors) More on poetry from The Atlantic Monthly. Also by W. S. Merwin: The Sleeper (2001) In the Open (2001) Term (1999) Unknown Bird (1999) Any Time (1999) Before the Flood (1998) Shore Birds (1998) Three Poems (1997) Green Fields (1995) Three French Poems (1994) |
To Age
It is time to tell youby W. S. Merwin ..... what you may have guessed along the way without letting it deter you do you remember how once you liked to kneel looking out of the back window while your father was driving and the thread then of pleasure as you watched the world appear on both sides and from under you coming together into place out of nowhere growing steadily longer and you would hum to it not from contentment but to keep time with no time floating out along it seeing the world grow smaller as it went from you farther becoming longer and longer but still there well it was not like that but once it was out of sight it was not anywhere with the dreams of that night whether remembered or not and wherever it was arriving from on its way through you must have been growing shorter even as you watched it appear and go you still cannot say how but you cannot even tell whether the subway coming in time out of the tunnel is emerging from the past or the future
Copyright © 2002 by The Atlantic Monthly Group. All rights reserved. The Atlantic Monthly; February 2002; To Age; Volume 289, No. 2; 62. |
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