The Rain in the Trees: PoemsA literary event -- a new volume of poems by one of the masters of modern poetry -- The Rain in the Trees is W. S. Merwin's first book since the publication five years ago of his Opening the Hand. Almost no other poet of our time has been able to voice in so subtle a fashion such a profound series of comments on the passing of history over the contemporary scene. To do this, he seems to have reinvented the poem -- so that the experience of reading Merwin is unlike the reading of any other poetry. In such famous books as The Lice, The Moving Target and (most recently) Opening the Hand, he has produced a body of work of great profundity and power made from the simplest and most beautiful poetic speech. The poems in this new book are concerned with intimacy and wholeness, and are made of the relations with people, with places, past and present, and with history and how the world endures it. Merwin can now rightfully be called a master, and this book shows in every way why this is the case. |
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... cars go by singing to themselves I am iron the broom seller goes past in the sound of grass by the tree touching the tree I hear the tree I walk with the tree we talk without anything come late echoes of ferries chains whistles tires on ...
... cars go by singing to themselves I am iron the broom seller goes past in the sound of grass by the tree touching the tree I hear the tree I walk with the tree we talk without anything come late echoes of ferries chains whistles tires on ...
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... cars passing and faces at windows the windows the rain the leaves the years words on pages telling of something else wind in a mirror everything begins so late after all when the solitaires have already gone and the doves of Tanna when ...
... cars passing and faces at windows the windows the rain the leaves the years words on pages telling of something else wind in a mirror everything begins so late after all when the solitaires have already gone and the doves of Tanna when ...
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Poems William Stanley Merwin. JOURNEY Some time after the roofs fall in the cars begin to come on week ends the cars go to the country this is the country an old road has been found crossing under a new one the right clothes are put on ...
Poems William Stanley Merwin. JOURNEY Some time after the roofs fall in the cars begin to come on week ends the cars go to the country this is the country an old road has been found crossing under a new one the right clothes are put on ...
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