W. S. Merwin was a man of many callings. He was an incredibly prolific poet—he won the Pulitzer Prize twice, along with nearly every other major literary award. He also dedicated his life to ...
December fifth, the first day of frost, boxwood leaves silver in the sunlight. Car windows coated, the glassy grass crackles, fragile underfoot. The sparrow steps lightly, as if he knows what’s coming ...
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