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William Heyen – Ⅱ

 To William Merwin 





who evokes in me the oriole

far from me though near

who evokes in me those years

when my father was with me


all those mornings I’d rouse up

to free Buster who ran

Nesconset fields with me

when my older brother was with me


as now when I sometimes see

the oriole though far from those

now receding from me

from when their souls had body


this morning from the ash tree

I heard its song William’s e

singing within me of eternity

his gift then & now to me