Don't have a favorite poem to hunt down and share. I just wanna say he died. Which I heard from Bill McKibben's twitter feed. Funny how it's iffy, hearing about the big news of old poets, without a dedicated place you go where poets are talked about.
I'm pretty sure he was one of the poets in a story in which one poet came upon the other, swinging happily on a swing. The first poet asked the swinging poet what he's so happy about, and the swinging poet replied, "I just rhymed 'Sodom' with 'bottom'!"
I also think he had interesting things to say about translation.
Anyway. Yep. W.S. Merwin, 1927–2019.
