Day 530: To the New Year 2014

 

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