No one ever regarded the First of
January with indifference. It is that from which all date their
time, and count upon what is left. It is the nativity of our common
Adam."
- Charles Lamb
- Charles Lamb
Here's a poem by one of my favorite poets, W.S. Merwin:
To the New Year
With what stillness at last
you appear in the valley
your first sunlight reaching down
to touch the tips of a few
high leaves that do not stir
as though they had not noticed
and did not know you at all
then the voice of a dove calls
from far away in itself
to the hush of the morning
so this is the sound of you
here and now whether or not
anyone hears it this is
where we have come with our age
our knowledge such as it is
and our hopes such as they are
invisible before us
untouched and still possible
W. S. Merwin, “To the New Year” from Present Company (Port
Townsend, Washington: Copper Canyon Press, 2005). Copyright © 2005 by W. S.
Merwin. Reprinted with the permission of Copper Canyon Press,
www.coppercanyonpress.org.
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