Tuesday, January 12, 2010

Love Winter When the Plant Says Nothing

O little forests, meekly
Touch the snow with low branches!
O covered stones
Hide the house of Growth!

Vegetal words,
Unlettered water,
Daily zero.

Pray undistracted
Curled tree
Carved in steel -
Buried zenith!

Fire, turn inward
To your weak fort,
To a burly infant spot,
A house of nothing.

O peace, bless this mad place:
Silence, love this growth.

O silence, golden zero
Unsetting sun

Love winter when the plant says nothing. 1963

from In the Dark Before Dawn: New Selected Poems, by Thomas Merton


Thomas said...

ah, that is the same sunset I saw from my office window last night. Of course I should have been seeing it from the same view you had, or at best from the car