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Merlin

Henry Carlile

And once out walking at night
I stumbled across the speckled body
of a small hawk,
the hasp of its wings closed.

One note, one note.

It sings in the rills between words,
between hopes.
It sleeps between leaves in a book,
gathers like dust on the piano.

I heard it once on a green hill
in Aberdeen in short puffs of wind
stirring the new grass among the stones.
Prayer could not alter it

nor clods breaking upon bronze.



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"Merlin" from Rain, Carnegie Mellon University Press. Copyright © 1994 by Henry Carlile. Reprinted with permission of the author.



 

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