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Today's poem is by W.S. Merwin

The Laughing Thrush

O nameless joy of the morning

tumbling upward note by note out of the night
and the hush of the dark valley
and out of whatever has not been there

song unquestioning and unbounded
yes this is the place and the one time
in the whole of before and after
with all of memory waking into it

and the lost visages that hover
around the edge of sleep
constant and clear
and the words that lately have fallen silent
to surface among the phrases of some future
if there is a future

here is where they all sing the first daylight
whether or not there is anyone listening



Copyright © 2008 W.S. Merwin All rights reserved
from The Shadow of Sirius
Copper Canyon Press
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission

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