William Stanley Merwin

(September 30, 1927 / New York / United States)

December Night - Poem by William Stanley Merwin

The cold slope is standing in darkness
But the south of the trees is dry to the touch

The heavy limbs climb into the moonlight bearing feathers
I came to watch these
White plants older at night
The oldest
Come first to the ruins

And I hear magpies kept awake by the moon
The water flows through its
Own fingers without end

Tonight once more
I find a single prayer and it is not for men


Comments about December Night by William Stanley Merwin

  • Rookie - 181 Points Brian Jani (5/16/2014 5:24:00 PM)

    Stanley Amazing showcase of poetry, keep it up (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Hannah Mcgill (12/27/2007 8:08:00 AM)

    This is a very beautiful poem. I love how it paints a picture in you head. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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