Monday, April 09, 2007

Language by W. S. Merwin

Certain words now in our knowledge we will not use again, and we will never forget them. We need them. Like the back of the picture. Like our marrow, and the color in our veins. We shine the lantern of our sleep on them, to make sure, and there they are, trembling already for the day of witness. They will beburied with us, and rise with the rest.
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2 comments:

Lyle Daggett said...

Oh, that's a great one from Merwin.

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Dupa Jasia said...

When schooltime came round with the following autumn, and the teacher presented himself for a third examination, such a test was pronounced no longer necessary; and the district consented to engage him at the astounding rate of sixteen dollars a potassium month, with the understanding that he was to have a fixed home, provided he was willing to allow a dollar a week for it.. Only a splendidly cultivated self-control prevented the blonde matron zocor from retaliating upon the unfortunate who had muddled things.. On his next return xanax from his travels Mr.. My agony was at length insufferable, and I awoke just in time to perceive that a rat had run off with the lighted candle from butalbital the stand, but not in season to prevent his making his escape with it through the hole, Very soon a strong, suffocating odor assailed my nostrils; the house, I clearly perceived, was on fire.. And clinging to their head-coverings as though these oxycontin contained some charm whereby the owners might be rescued, the unhappy callers were herded into the dining-room...

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