From the pen of former U.S. Poet Laureate W. S. Merwin: A love poem as origin story.

Sight Once  a single cell  found that it was full of light  and for the first time there was seeing  when  I was a bird  I could see where the stars had turned  and I set out on my journey  high  in the head of a mountain goat  I could see across a valley  under the shining trees something moving  deep  in the green sea  I saw two sides of the water  and swam between them  I  look at you  in the first light of the morning for as long as I can


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From the pen of former U.S. Poet Laureate W. S. Merwin: A love poem as origin story.

Sight

Once
a single cell
found that it was full of light
and for the first time there was seeing

when
I was a bird
I could see where the stars had turned
and I set out on my journey

high
in the head of a mountain goat
I could see across a valley
under the shining trees something moving

deep
in the green sea
I saw two sides of the water
and swam between them

I
look at you
in the first light of the morning
for as long as I can

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