28 January 2014

Horizon (line)

The Defeated

Beyond surprise, my ribs start up from the ground.
After I had sunk, the waters went down.
The horizon I was making for runs through my eyes.
It has woven its simple nest among my bones.

W.S. Merwin, The Moving Target (1963)


Off Kilter 
woodblock on vintage paper, unique impression
7.125 x 10.5"

copyright Kate Castelli 2014

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