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