and the color in our veins

Dear readers,

I will provide a rousing welcome to National Poetry Month (!) later, when I am less sleepy and more articulate. In the meantime, let’s get the words flowing through our veins with this succinctly powerful prose poem from our current poet laureate, W.S. Merwin.


Certain words now in our knowledge we will not use again, and we will never forget them. We need them. Like the back of the picture. Like our marrow, and the color in our veins. We shine the lantern of our sleep on them, to make sure, and there they are, trembling already for the day of witness. They will be buried with us, and rise with the rest.