Reading Time

[Pop-pop !!sKhVd0ugY0U No.17048029]

Good evening /lit/. It's once again time for me read you a poem before bed. Tonight we'll be taking a look at a man who most likely didn't experience winter in the same way that the majority of us do. On this cold December evening, let’s consider the following poem by W. S. Merwin. An American poet who wrote more than fifty books of poetry and prose, and produced many works in translation. His writing derived influence from an interest in Buddhist philosophy and deep ecology. Residing in a rural part of Maui, Hawaii, he wrote prolifically and was dedicated to the restoration of the island's rainforests.

December Night - W.S. 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

Good night friends, and sleep well.

[Anonymous No.17048183]

why don't you actually record it on vocaroo and post audio link?