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Looking for Mushrooms at Sunrise




When it is not yet day
I am walking on centuries of dead chestnut leaves
In a place without grief
Though the oriole
Out of another life warns me
That I am awake

In the dark while the rain fell
The gold chanterelles pushed through a sleep that was not mine
Waking me
So that I came up the mountain to find them

Where they appear it seems I have been before
I recognize their haunts as though remembering
Another life

Where else am I walking even now
Looking for me

— W.S. Merwin from his 1967 book, The Lice

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bobby1933
Jun. 3rd, 2016 10:43 pm (UTC)
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