Finding a Teacher - W.S. Merwin

[Lawrence Robinson]

Finding a Teacher

In the woods I came on an old friend fishing 
and I asked him a question 
and he said Wait
fish were rising in the deep stream 
but his line was not stirring 

but I waited 
it was a question about the sun


about my two eyes 
my ears my mouth 
my heart the earth with its f
our seasons 
my feet where I was standing 
where I was going


it slipped through my hands 
as though it were water 
into the river 

it flowed under the trees 
it sank under hulls far away 
and was 
one without me 
then where I stood night fell


I no longer knew what to ask 
I could tell that his line had no hook 
I 
understood that I was to stay and eat with him


	- W.S. Merwin
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