The Passing of Poet, Tireless Traveler, W. S Merwin at 91
Pulitzer Pris winning poet W.S. Merwin passed away at 91
(With his wife Paula)
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FOR THE ANNIVERSARY OF MY DEATH
Every year without knowing it I have passed the day When the last fires will wave to me
And the silence will set out
Tireless traveler
Like the beam of a lightless starThen I will no longer
Find myself in life as in a strange garment
Surprised at the earth
And the love of one woman
And the shamelessness of menAs today writing after three days of rain
Hearing the wren sing and the falling cease
And bowing not knowing to what— W.S. Merwin
New Yorker -The Final Prophecy of W.S Merwin
W.S. Merwin
Paris Review (Obit)
“The kind of writing that matters most to me is something you don’t learn about,” Merwin tells Edward Hirsch in his interview. “It’s constantly coming out of what I don’t know rather than what I do know. I find it as I go. In a sense, much that is learned is bound to be bad habits. You’re always beginning again.”
Art of Poetry (Paris Review)
The Ascetic Insight of W.S. Merwin (New Yorker)