W.S. Merwin (1973)
When I look for you everything falls silent
a crowd seeing a ghost
it is true
yet I keep on trying to come toward you
looking for you
roads have been paved but many paths have gone
footprint by footprint
that led home
to you
when roads already led nowhere
still I go on hoping
as I look for you
one heart walking in long dry grass
on a hill
around me birds vanish into the air
shadows flow into the ground
before me stones begin to go out like candles
guiding me
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from The New Yorker December 17, 1973
W.S. Merwin
not sure how I made it this far without a W.S. Merwin poem
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