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Rachel Eliza Griffiths Reads W.S. Merwin

The New Yorker: Poetry

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Rainlight by W S Merwin

rachel eliza griffith's reading rainlight by w s merwin. Rainlight all day, the stars watch. From long ago, my mother said, i am going now when you are alone,. You will be all right. Look at the old house and the dawn rain all the flowers are forms water. The sun reminds them through a white cloud, touches the patchwork spread on the hill. See how they wake without a question even though the whole world is burning.

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