Friday, May 20, 2011

Sharing A Poem

This one's hot off the presses from this week's New Yorker.


by W. S. Merwin

Going too fast for myself I missed
more than I think I can remember

almost everything it seems sometimes
and yet there are chances that come back

that I did not notice when they stood
where I could have reach out and touched them

this morning the black sheperd dog
still young looking up and saying

Are you ready this time

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