Song Of Three Smiles

By W. S. Merwin

Let me call a ghost,
Love, so it be little:
In December we took
No thought for the weather.
 
Whom now shall I thank
For this wealth of water?
Your heart loves harbors
Where I am a stranger.
 
Where was it we lay
Needing no other
In each other’s eyes?
 
Or was it at Babel
And the days too small
We spoke our own tongue
Needing no other?
 
If a seed grow green
Set a stone upon it
That it learn thereby
Holy charity.
 
If you must smile
Always on that other,
Cut me from ear to ear
And we all smile together.

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