Friday, February 4, 2011

Separation

Your absence has gone through me
Like thread through a needle.
Everything I do is stitched with its color.


W.S. Merwin
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1 comment:

  1. AnonymousFebruary 5, 2011 at 10:24 AM

    I love poetry. And you. And am now going to spend my free minutes at work paging through Merwin.

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