"Sitting over words very late I have heard a kind of whispered sighing not far like a night wind in..."

“Sitting over words
very late I have heard a kind of whispered sighing
not far
like a night wind in pines or like the sea in the dark
the echo of everything that has ever
been spoken
still spinning its one syllable
between the earth and silence”

- W. S. Merwin, “Utterance" (via stoicremains)