#w s merwin
“Loneliness leapt in the mirrors, but all week I kept them covered like cages.”—W. S. Merwin, from Flower and Hand: Poems; “Departure’s Girlfriend,”
—W. S. Merwin, from Separation
“Beyond the trees wearing names that are not their own
The paths are growing like smoke.”
—W. S. Merwin, from “October”
“FIRST OF JUNE”
“now it is time to be summer
it is time for that departure” ~ W. S. Merwin
forgetfulness, an absence, a mere nothing.
Phillip B. Williams, “Final Poem for My Father Misnamed in My Mouth,” published in the New Yorker // Mark Strand, “Keeping Things Whole,” via the Poetry Society of America // Rebecca Doverspike, from “Every present thing, a ghost of something,” Every Present Thing a Ghost: Poems // Artworks by Holly Warburton//W.S. Merwin,“Separation” from The Second Four Books of Poems // W.S. Merwin, from “After the Voices,” The Moon Before Morning // Siobhan Vivian,Same Difference//Audrey Niffenegger, from ‘The Time Traveler’s Wife’ // Haruki Murakami,Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman: 24 Stories // Rosario Castellanos, tr. by Julian Palley, from Meditation on the Threshold: A Bilingual Anthology of Poetry; “Destiny”