Wow, that is a mouthful, but fully deserved. As Philip Kennicott observes in The Washington Post, Merwin, a resident of Hawaii, has explored the usual poetic themes "with uncommon rigor, clarity, ecstatic vision and depth."
He also quotes from a 1967 poem, which the poet (then forty years old) called "the anniversary of my death."
Every year without knowing it I have passed the day
When the last fires will wave to me
And the silence will set out
Tireless traveler
Then I will no longer
Find myself in life as in a strange garment ...
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