This book was gifted to me by a friend; I am very glad for this, I don't know if or when I would discover this poet on my own. I'm in love with these poems. The language is always couched in concrete, readily understandable images, and the transitions between images is usually intelligible, in the sense of being unified by temporal or causal continuity, like a traditional narrative. But this does not mean the language is plain. Like all good poetry, there are shocking and bewildering phrases, which evoke old, familiar, or commonplace emotions and experiences, allowing these experiences to arise to us in new forms. Moreover, Merwin's images are usually very extreme in either capturing nature faithfully, or coming up with surrealistic or magical situations; in both cases, these details are presented in such a way that it expresses human experiences in subtle and creative ways. This gives a wonderful balance between freedom for interpretation, and concrete details for inducing emotions and guiding the reader to certain interpretations. I look forward to reading through this entire collection, and to re-reading poems.
Here are some lines from some of my favorite poems so far:
"Comet of stillness princess of what is over/ high note held without trembling without voice without sound/ aura of complete darkness keeper of the kept secrets/ of the destroyed stories the escaped dreams the sentences/ never caught in words warden of where the river went" ("Vixen")
"Surely that moan is not the thing/ that men thought they were making, when they/ put it there, for their own necessities... What does it bespeak in us, repeating/ and repeating, insisting on something/ that we never meant?... Too suddenly, recognize it too late/ as our cries were swallowed up and all hands lost" ("Foghorn")
"'You are a thin and colorful who ride/ alone on a thin and monstrous thing; suppose/ I rose up savage in a desolate place;/ are you not afraid?... 'No' she said./ 'Oh, then hold fast by the hair of my shoulders,'/ He said, 'hold fast my hair, my savage hair;/ and let your shadow as we go hold fast/ the hair of my shadow, and all will be well'" ("East of the Sun and West of the Moon")