you that were formed to begin with

To my loyal readers of yore, random stumblers-upon, and new eyes: I am back in action. I can’t promise to post a poem every day, but I would like to begin sharing again because I love poetry so much that I can’t keep it to myself. So come live in the layers with me again.

And to start us off, how about one by the current US poet laureate and one of my favorite poets W.S. Merwin (1927-) in which he pays tribute to the essence of both verse and of our lives.

To The Words

When it happens you are not there

oh you beyond numbers
beyond recollection
passed on from breath to breath
given again
from day to day from age
to age
charged with knowledge
knowing nothing

indifferent elders
indispensable and sleepless

keepers of our names
before ever we came
to be called by them

you that were
formed to begin with
you that were cried out
you that were spoken
to begin with
to say what could not be said

ancient precious
and helpless ones

say it