With Gratitude. In spite of many things

An old poem caught my eye as I did a big studio clean in recent days.  Poets have a way of shaping words around the world as we must face it.  For this, and many other things, I am deeply grateful.  Happy Christmas to all of you.  May your new year be merry and bright.

With love,

Amy

Thanks

Listen

with the night falling we are saying thank you

we are stopping on the bridges to bow from the railings

we are running out of the glass rooms

with our mouths full of food to look at the sky

and say thank you

we are standing by the water thanking it

standing by the windows looking out

in our directions

back from a series of hospitals back from a mugging

after funerals we are saying thank you

after the news of the dead

whether or not we knew them we are saying thank you

over telephones we are saying thank you

in doorways and in the backs of cars and in elevators

remembering wars and the police at the door

and the beatings on the stairs we are saying thank you

in the banks we are saying thank you

in the faces of the officials and the rich

and of all who will never change

we go on saying thank you

with the animals dying around us

taking our feelings we are saying thank you

with the forests falling faster than the minures

of our lives we are saying thank you

with the words going out like cells of a brain

with the cities growing over us

we are saying thank you faster and faster

with nobody listening we are saying thank you

thank you we are saying and waving

dark though it is

W.S. MERWIN

 

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