When you go away the wind clicks around to the north <br />The painters work all day but at sundown the paint falls <br />Showing the black walls <br />The clock goes back to striking the same hour <br />That has no place in the years <br /> <br />And at night wrapped in the bed of ashes <br />In one breath I wake <br />It is the time when the beards of the dead get their growth <br />I remember that I am falling <br />That I am the reason <br />And that my words are the garment of what I shall never be <br />Like the tucked sleeve of a one-armed boy<br /><br />William Stanley Merwin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-you-go-away/
