In the evening
   all the hours that weren't used
   are emptied out
   and the beggars are waiting to gather them up
   to open them
   to find the sun in each one
   and teach it its beggar's name
   and sing to it It is well
   through the night
 
   but each of us
   has his own kingdom of pains
   and has not yet found them all
   and is sailing in search of them day and night
   infallible undisputed unresting
   filled with a dumb use
   and its time
   like a finger in a world without hands
 
   In the evening
   all the hours that weren't used
   are emptied out
   and the beggars are waiting to gather them up
   to open them
   to find the sun in each one
   and teach it its beggar's name
   and sing to it It is well
   through the night
 
   but each of us
   has his own kingdom of pains
   and has not yet found them all
   and is sailing in search of them day and night
   infallible undisputed unresting
   filled with a dumb use
   and its time
   like a finger in a world without hands
By W. S. Merwin
Sunday, May 27, 2007
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