Worn Words by W. S. Merwin

 
The late poems are the ones
I turn to first now
following a hope that keeps
beckoning me
waiting somewhere in the lines
almost in plain sight

it is the late poems
that are made of words
that have come the whole way
they have been there
	
~ from The Shadow of Sirius (Copper Canyon Press, 2009)
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