Whenever I go there everything is changed <br /> <br />The stamps on the bandages the titles <br />Of the professors of water <br /> <br />The portrait of Glare the reasons for <br />The white mourning <br /> <br />In new rocks new insects are sitting <br />With the lights off <br />And once more I remember that the beginning <br /> <br />Is broken <br /> <br />No wonder the addresses are torn <br /> <br />To which I make my way eating the silence of animals <br />Offering snow to the darkness <br /> <br />Today belongs to few and tomorrow to no one<br /><br />William Stanley Merwin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/whenever-i-go-there/
