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To the New Journal

 
after W. S. Merwin
 
 
Let’s just listen—  
 
before the spent words and the hidden nests
of sentences begin, before the musical count
 
of vowels and consonants, the ink
 
not yet slippery with wild grief
or souped-up grandeur.
 
I wish to arrange you—
 
with a few half-formed couplets—
inquiries without answers.
 
But what can we do? These mountains are still
 
young and rising, I write. Yet,
even the fields call to an orchestra of stars.
 
Even the birds sing to-do lists.

Credit


Copyright © 2018 Susan Rich. Used with permission of the author. This poem originally appeared in The Southern Review, Summer 2018.

Author


Susan Rich

Susan Rich is the author of Cloud Pharmacy (White Pine Press, 2014).

Date Published: 2018-07-01

Source URL: https://poets.org/poem/new-journal