“Now it is clear to me that no leaves are mine no roots are mine that wherever I go I will be a spine of smoke in the forest and the forest will know it we will both know it

and that birds vanish because of something that I remember flying through me as though I were a great wind as the stones settle into the ground the trees into themselves staring as though I were a great wind which is what I pray for

it is clear to me that I cannot return but that some of us will meet once more even here like our own statues and some of us still later without names and some of us will burn with the speed of endless departures

and be found and lost no more”



— WS Merwin





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