Summer/Fall 1997 • Vol. XIX No. 3/4 Kenyon Review ClassicsJuly 1, 1997 |

Coal Barges

From THE KENYON REVIEW, SPRING 1957 Not to heaven go these, strung together, The color of coffins, staid as hearses, beating Their wake across the coils of the black river, Bones in their mossy teeth, and their heaped lading Dead as the hills, under the pall of the weather. They carry it, raised from its burying, Up the steep currents, between shore and shore Of no world but this, where we are waiting. Where it will be bright as never before, And quicken the land of the living, Though black it is, and must burn when it comes here.

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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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