Poem: The Present, W.S. Merwin

Poem: The Present, W.S. Merwin

W.S. Merwin 1927-2019 The walls join hands and It is tomorrow : The birds clucking to the horses, the horses Doing the numbers for the hell of it, The numbers playing the calendars, The saints marching in, It seems only yesterday, when what I keep saying to myself is...