There are threads of old sound heard over and over <br />phrases of Shakespeare or Mozart the slender <br />wands of the auroras playing out from them <br />into dark time the passing of a few <br />migrants high in the night far from the ancient flocks <br />far from the rest of the words far from the instruments<br /><br />William Stanley Merwin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/remembering-45/
