at this rate im just going to shut down this blog and put a big link to the writers almanac. 'wondering how im doing or whats on my mind? see poem of the day' (or yesterdays, such as the case may be).
also, really like that it was merwin. havent connected to one of his pieces in a while.
also, im going to resume putting some of my own shit up here. ive been hoarding it because everyone elses poetry is so, so much better. but ill man up soon.
One of the Butterflies
The trouble with pleasure is the timing
it can overtake me without warning
and be gone before I know it is here
it can stand facing me unrecognized
while I am remembering somewhere else
in another age or someone not seen
for years and never to be seen again
in this world and it seems that I cherish
only now a joy I was not aware of
when it was here although it remains
out of reach and will not be caught or named
or called back and if I could make it stay
as I want to it would turn to pain.
by W. S. Merwin
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