Every year without knowing it I have passed the day <br />When the last fires will wave to me <br />And the silence will set out <br />Tireless traveller <br />Like the beam of a lightless star <br /> <br />Then I will no longer <br />Find myself in life as in a strange garment <br />Surprised at the earth <br />And the love of one woman <br />And the shamelessness of men <br />As today writing after three days of rain <br />Hearing the wren sing and the falling cease <br />And bowing not knowing to what<br /><br />William Stanley Merwin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/for-the-anniversary-of-my-death/
