Categories poet poetry winter Merrill Post author By Kirby Post date December 24, 2020 No Comments on Merrill “No dread. No bitterness. The end beginning. Today’s / Dusk room aglow / For the last time / With candlelight. / Faces love lit, / Gifts underfoot. / Still to be so poised, so / Receptive. Still to recall, to praise.”James Merrill nearing the end, his body as Christmas tree. pic.twitter.com/QK1u4ccjz0— Kamran Javadizadeh (@kjavadizadeh) December 24, 2020 Share this:TwitterFacebookTumblrPinterestPrintEmailLike this:Like Loading... Tags christmastree, jamesmerril, KamranJavadizadeh By Kirby Poet. Book Fairy. Publisher knife | fork | book View Archive → ← Winter dreams → Cheers queers! Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email. Δ This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.