Separation
You absence has gone through me
Like thread through a needle.
Everything I do is stitched with its colour.
W.S. Merwin (b. 1927)
from New Poems on the Underground
Euclid
ink and bleach on vintage paper
4 x 7.75 "
copyright Kate Castelli 2008
2 comments:
I like that poem!
It is perhaps one of my absolute favorites. It is bittersweet and the reference to the stitching strikes a personal chord.
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