To the Light of SeptemberBY W. S. MERWINWhen you are already hereyou appear to be onlya name that tells of youwhether you are present or not and for now it seems as thoughyou are still summerW still the high familiarendless summeryet with a glintof bronze in the chill morningsand the late yellow petalsof the mulleinContinue reading “To the Light of September : WS Merwin : : September Poems : : Months Poems : :”