Tuesday, August 08, 2006

For the Sorrow Spring


You invisible one
resounding on your own
whatever the others
happen to be playing
source of a note
not there in the score
under whatever key
unphrased continuo
gut stretched bewteen
the beginning and the end
what would the music
be without you
since even through
the chorus of pure joy
the tears hear you
and nothing can restrain them.


- W.S. Merwin

Naomi Shihab Nye, one of my favorite poets, sent this to me along with other of her favorite poems. She included a sweet note letting me know she was rooting for me before my surgery. It is only today that I begin to understand the poem as it must be read from one's deepest heart.

Thank you, Naomi...

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