we are asleep with compasses in our hands
Mar. 15th, 2019 05:25 pmThat's a line from a poem by W.S. Merwin, called The Estuary. He passed away this morning, aged 91. Here's one of his short poems --
Separation
Your absence has gone through me
Like thread through a needle.
Everything I do is stitched with its color.
Separation
Your absence has gone through me
Like thread through a needle.
Everything I do is stitched with its color.