Winter 2000 • Vol. XXII No. 1 Poetry |

South of Names

When the wind comes out of that direction whatever it touches is stricken by a loss long forgotten but instantly recognized although it has no face now but then it never had a face and it keeps repeating itself one ancient phrase that first phrase saying it has not happened it has not happened yet groping but not finding breaking but not finding turning upon itself to start over again about not having happened yet breaking but not finding what it is looking for that it knows is here that it remembers always here hiding from it hiding from empty air hoping it will not happen

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W. S. Merwin was appointed United States Poet Laureate by the Librarian of Congress in July 2010. He lives, writes, and gardens in Hawaii, on the island of Maui. He has spent the last thirty years planting nineteen acres with over eight hundred species of palm, creating a sustainable forest. The property has recently been turned into a conservancy, the Merwin Conservancy.

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