W.S. Merwin, American poet born in New York City in the 1920s, traveled the world as first a tutor, then a translator from French, Spanish, Latin and Portuguese. He has written prolifically, including numerous books of poetry, articles, radio scripts for the BBC, and a multitude of translations. His signature style omits punctuation, leaving the reader to make the meaning s/he finds. His poem, Spring, captures the hazy in-between of this season where the gray chill of mornings reminds us we are barely separated from winter. Enjoy!
Spring
The glass stems of the clouds are breaking
the gray flowers are caught up
and carried in silence to their invisible mountain
a hair of music is flying
over the line of cold lakes
from which our eyes were made
everything in the world has lost and lost
but soon we will find it again
and understand what it told us when we loved it
W. S. Merwin