Memory - W.S. Merwyn

[Larry Robinson]

Memory


Climbing through a dark shower 
I came to the edge of the mountain 

I was a child 
and everything was there  

the flight of eagles the passage of warriors 
watching the valley far below  

the wind on the cliff the cold rain blowing upward 
from the rock face 

everything around me had burned 
and I was coming back 

walking on charcoal among the low green bushes 
wet to the skin and wide awake

	- W.S. Merwyn



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