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Winner of the 2009 Pulitzer Prize for PoetryFeatured on NPR's "Fresh Air" and "The NewsHour with Jim Lehrer" on PBS.Honored as one of the "Best Books of the Year" from "Publishers Weekly.""In his personal anonymity, his strict individuated manner, his defense of the earth, and his heartache at time's passing, Merwin has become instantly recognizable on the page; he has made for himself that most difficult of creations, an accomplished style." --Helen Vendler, "The New York Review of Books""Merwin is one of the great poets of our age."--"Los Angeles Times Book""Review""[The Shadow of Sirius is] the very best of all Merwin: I have been reading William since 1952, and always with joy." --Harold Bloom"[Merwin's] best book in a decade--and one of the best outright... The poems... feel fresh and awake with a simplicity that can only be called wisdom." --"Publishers Weekly""Merwin's gentle wisdom and attentiveness to the world are alive as ever. These deeply reflective meditations move through light and darkness, old love and turning seasons to probe the core of human existence." --"Orion""[The Shadow of Sirius] shows the earthly possibilities of simple completeness in a writer's mature work. More than an achievement in poetry, this is an achievement in writing." --"Harvard Review"The nuanced mysteries of light, darkness, presence, and memory are central themes in W.S. Merwin's new book of poems. "I have only what I remember," Merwin admits, and his memories are focused and profound--the distinct qualities of autumn light, a conversation with a boyhood teacher, well-cultivated loves, and "our long evenings and astonishment." In "Photographer," Merwin presents the scene where armloads of antique glass negatives are saved from a dumpcart by "someone who understood." In "Empty Lot," Merwin evokes a child lying in bed at night, listening to the muffled dynamite blasts of coal mining near his home, and we can't help but ask: How shall we mine our lives?"somewhere the Perseids are fallingtoward us already at a speed that wouldburn us alive if we could believe itbut in the stillness after the rain endsnothing is to be heard but the drops falling"W.S. Merwin, author of over fifty books, is America's foremost poet. His last two books were honored with major literary awards: "Migration "won the National Book Award, and "Present Company "received the Bobbitt Prize from the Library of Congress.