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 onebr br William Stanley Merwinbr br