The Dependencies
This morning, between two branches of a
Beside the door, epeira once
Has spun and signed his tapestry and trap.
I test his early-warning system
It works, he scrambles forth in sable
The yellow hieroglyph that no one
The meaning of.
And I remember
How yesterday at dusk the nighthawks
Back as they do about this time each year,
Grey squadrons with the slashes white on
Cruising for bugs beneath the bellied cloud.
Now soon the monarchs will be drifting south,
And then the geese will go, and then one
The little garden birds will not be here.
See how many leaves already
Withered and turned; a few have fallen, too.
Change is continuous on the seamless web,
Yet moments come like this one, when you
Upon your heart a signal to
The definite announcement of an
Where one thing ceases and another starts;
When like the spider waiting on the
You know the intricate
Spreading in secret through the fabric
Of heaven and earth, sending their
Ciphered in chemistry to all the kinds,
The whisper down the bloodstream: it is time.
Thomas Merton, a/k/a Fr.
Mary Louis Merton,
O.
C.
S.
O, a member of the monastic community of the Abbey of Our Lady of Gethsemani, in Trappist,
Kentucky.
The initials O.
C.
S.
O stand for "Order of Cistercians of the Strict Observance," a monastic order of Roman Catholic men and women commonly known as "Trappists." Merton died in Bangkok,
December 10, 1968, while attending an international conference on East-West
Dialogue.
HT
AN
Albrecht van Haller,
Swiss physiologist, 1708-1777.
Credited with writing the first standard physiology textbook.
Epeira, [Greek: epi, "upon," and eiros, "wool"] a genus of spiders typical of the family Epiridæ.
Epeira diadema is the typical garden spider.
Howard Nemerov was born on February 29th, 1920 in New York.
He died of cancer at his home in University City,
Missouri on July 5th 1991.
Howard Nemerov
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