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“The Wings of Daylight” by W. S. Merwin

 

 

The Wings of Daylight

W. S. Merwin

Brightness appears showing us everything

it reveals the splendors it calls everything

but shows it to each of us alone

and only once and only to look at

not to touch or hold in our shadows

what we see is never what we touch

what we take turns out to be something else

what we see that one time departs untouched

while other shadows gather around us

the world’s shadows mingle with our own

we had forgotten them but they know us

they remember us as we always were

they were at home here before the first came

everything will leave us except the shadows

but the shadows carry the whole story

at first daybreak they open their long wings

 

Source: “The Wings of Daylight” by W. S. Merwin

NeverEnding Story: One Man’s Maple Moon: Thousand Leaves and Hundred Butterflies Tanka by Mark Gilbert

English Original

a thousand leaves
twinkle in the breeze
a hundred butterflies
wait for the sun
to warm their wings

Time Haiku, 32, August 2010

Mark Gilbert

Source: NeverEnding Story: One Man’s Maple Moon: Thousand Leaves and Hundred Butterflies Tanka by Mark Gilbert

Vic Chesnutt – Fodder On Her Wings – YouTube

thanks to Nina Simone, who composed this song, and inni in vani

Mark Doty: ‘This book is not a leisurely meditation on mortality. This is my life for all to see’ | The Guardian

Mark Doty

‘There is joy and pleasure in the world if only you look’ Mark Doty. Photograph: Teri Pengilley for the Guardian

I love that tree’s seething insistence on its own twisted loveliness . . . .  – Mark Doty

Mark Doty: ‘This book is not a leisurely meditation on mortality. This is my life for all to see’ The Guardian

If I Had Wings :: Peter, Paul, and Mary

Language is the atmospheric anomaly our fingers and tongues make happen | HTMLGIANT

Language is the atmospheric anomaly our fingers and tongues make happen | HTMLGIANT.

moonlight rings

A friend held one in his hands. When he stepped outside the door, opened them, there was the tiniest  bundle of trembling I ever saw until wings blossomed it gone.

I heard one last night in the vast black quiet, its near electronic chirp announcing a direction.

~ Donna Fleischer
April 7, 2010
(first publication)