I posted this poem last year on New Year's Day but am posting it again today for all my new
readers, and also because I am very fond of it it for how it captures that euphoric sense of optimism
we all carry at the turning of the new calendar year.
Just look at the second stanza, everything in it moving toward the word and the sentiment 'possible'.
Here we are, starting a New Year, with our hopes, whatever they are, whoever we are, whatever we
want, before us, and everything 'still possible' for us - this feeling not for one day only, but
ongoing, as the lack of punctuation most potently suggests.
Happy New Year to you all!
To the New Year - WS Mervin
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