return to ophite mountain

(from "Johnny Cool" [1963])

    "OCTOBER

I remember how I would say, 'I will gather
These pieces together,
Any minute now I will make
A knife out of a cloud.'
Even then the days
Went leaving their wounds behind them,
But, 'Monument,' I kept saying to the grave,
'I am still your legend.'

There was another time
When our hands met and the clocks struck
And we lived on the point of a needle, like angels.

I have seen the spider's triumph
In the palm of my hand. Above
My grave, that thoroughfare,
There are words now that can bring
My eyes to my feet, tamed.
Beyond the trees wearing names that are not their own
The paths are growing like smoke.

The promises have gone,
Gone, gone, and they were here just now.
There is the sky where they laid their fish.
Soon it will be evening.

--W S Merwin (1963)

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