I don't think I've posted this one yet. If I have, um, I meant to do that. It'll do you some good to read it more than once.
Being Early
by W.S. Merwin
When you were born
I was a small child in a city
and even if somebody had brought me news of you
I would not have believed them
already I had seen an ape chained to the sun
with a bucket of water
I had heard bells calling from wooden towers
stone towers brick towers
I had seen blood coming through bandages
on a hand holding candy
and a shadow shining on green water
where tall birds were standing
and I knew the notes of street cars
and the smells of three rivers
and could have told you about all of them
if I had known you were there
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