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)
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Off Kilter
woodblock on vintage paper, unique impression
7.125 x 10.5"
copyright Kate Castelli 2014
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