A poem for 1 January

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 ~




2 thoughts on “A poem for 1 January

  1. Well I don’t think I can add much to Meg’s apt words except to say, what a joy is was to read this poem for the very first time today! Claire, I’ve just made the connection (many moons later!) that this is a sister blog to your other blog “a quiet passion” which I also follow.

    New Year Blessings and Prayers of Peace, Deborah.


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