Composed as he lost his eyesight, W.S. Merwin’s final and exquisite book brims with longing, loss, and unanswerable questions. In Garden Time, Merwin’s luminous, ethereal voice gently interrogates mortality; at the very end of his life, he sings lovingly to a tireless world–although not without trepidation. When he could no longer see well enough to write, he dictated his poems to his wife, Paula. The result is a book contemplative and delicate, tender and melancholy. In this gorgeous, mindful, and life-affirming book, our greatest poet channels energy from his memories and deep connection to the world so as to remind us that The only hope is to be the daylight.