Poem of the Week, by W.S. Merwin

7 thoughts on “Poem of the Week, by W.S. Merwin”

  1. How serendipitous that I would read your poem after sending a note to the New York Times Magazine commenting how much I enjoyed today’s story on Revolving Restaurants. I recalled for them my memories of visits to the St. Paul Radisson revolving restaurants through the years with my family. My last revolving restaurant visit was to the Seattle Space Needle at the time of my 70th and my daughter Alison’s 30th birthdays on a trip to see her in Seattle. Once we were whisked to the top, the elevator promptly went down, trapping all lunch inhabitants until it could be fixed. Alison and I were nonplussed. We had all the time in the world for our lunch. Everyone else was in a hurry. That is the world today.

    Yes, I may never do that again. But the memory is still fresh in my heart as is the joy of spending the day with my daughter.

    Thanks Alison (YOU, not my daughter) for reminding us of the pleasure of memory.

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    1. Linda, what a beautiful memory. Something I so love about it is how you and your daughter didn’t care that you were trapped – you were not in a rush. (I also love that she’s a fellow one-l Alison.)


  2. Alison
    I tried to post a comment, but it disappeared into the ozone later. I will try to repeat here.

    How serendipitous that I would respond to your poem just after sending a note to the New York Times Magazine thanking them for their lovely story on Revolving Restaurants, which I have linked below. I commented on how I remember the Radisson Hotel having a similar restaurant back in the 60’s and enjoying that restaurant through the years for family and friend celebrations.


    Letter of Recommendation: Revolving Restaurants – The New York Times – nytimes.com
    When I was 9, my dad took me to lunch at 360 Restaurant in Toronto’s CN Tower, then the tallest free-standing tower in the world. At the time, we lived in Saskatchewan, where my father was a …

    When I visited my daughter, Alison, for my 70th and her 30th birthday two years ago, I requested lunch at the Seattle Space Needle restaurant. She indulged my kitschy request, and on a beautiful August day, we were whisked to the top floor in a high-speed elevator. No sooner had we exited the doors than the elevator was rendered inoperable. No one knew for how long. The panic that ensued from the time-absorbed inhabitants of the restaurant was palpable. Alison and I were nonplussed. We had all the time in the world. They evidently did not. Sign of the times.

    Your poem reminded me of how precious are memories. We always have them and can replay them like a moving picture in our minds, along with the smells, tastes and touches of the moment. To celebrate love in the simplest of moments is a gift.

    Linda Klein
    651 430-2464

    Klein Communications
    Affirming Life Support Group
    651 430-2830

    Life is short
    and we do not have much time
    to gladden the hearts of those who travel with us.
    So be swift to love and make haste to be kind.
    – Henri Frederic Amiel



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