Sitting over words Very late I have heard a kind of whispered sighing Not far Like a night wind in pines or like the sea in the dark The echo of everything that has ever Been spoken Still spinning its one syllable Between the earth and silence.
Poetry is a way of looking at the world for the first time. - W. S. Merwin
Poetry is a way of looking at the world for the first time.
- W. S. Merwin
Now all my teachers are dead except silence. - W. S. Merwin
Now all my teachers are dead except silence.
Separation Your absence has gone through me Like thread through a needle. Everything I do is stitched with its color. - W. S. Merwin
Separation Your absence has gone through me Like thread through a needle. Everything I do is stitched with its color.
I needed my mistakes in their order to get me here - W. S. Merwin
I needed my mistakes in their order to get me here
Any work of art makes one very simple demand on anyone who genuinely wants to get in touch with it. And that is to stop. You've got to stop what you'… - W. S. Merwin
Any work of art makes one very simple demand on anyone who genuinely wants to get in touch with it. And that is to stop. You've got to stop what you'…
We are asleep with compasses in our hands. - W. S. Merwin
We are asleep with compasses in our hands.
I say to my breath once again, little breath come from in front of me, go away behind me, row me quietly now, as far as you can, for I am an abyss th… - W. S. Merwin
I say to my breath once again, little breath come from in front of me, go away behind me, row me quietly now, as far as you can, for I am an abyss th…
Sitting over words Very late I have heard a kind of whispered sighing Not far Like a night wind in pines or like the sea in the dark The echo of … - W. S. Merwin
Sitting over words Very late I have heard a kind of whispered sighing Not far Like a night wind in pines or like the sea in the dark The echo of …
Obviously a garden is not the wilderness but an assembly of shapes, most of them living, that owes some share of its composition, it’s appearance, to… - W. S. Merwin
Obviously a garden is not the wilderness but an assembly of shapes, most of them living, that owes some share of its composition, it’s appearance, to…
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