Poem of the Week, by W.S. Merwin

6 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.)


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