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Separation By W. S. Merwin
Sep. 14th, 2022 07:06 amYour absence has gone through me
Like thread through a needle.
Everything I do is stitched with its color.
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/poems/28891/separation-56d21285b2140
Many years ago, when the kids were little or before that, I was on the boat with Mommy one day and somehow or another one of us ended up reciting the Statue of Liberty poem, and then we just went back and forth for a bit, trading poems. Some tourists moved to sit near us to listen, including one man whose jaw actually dropped midway through our conversation and told us at the end that that was "amazing".
It wasn't really that amazing, it was only a few poems, but he may have been astounded by the fact that some of my mother's recitations were in French.
Like thread through a needle.
Everything I do is stitched with its color.
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/poems/28891/separation-56d21285b2140
Many years ago, when the kids were little or before that, I was on the boat with Mommy one day and somehow or another one of us ended up reciting the Statue of Liberty poem, and then we just went back and forth for a bit, trading poems. Some tourists moved to sit near us to listen, including one man whose jaw actually dropped midway through our conversation and told us at the end that that was "amazing".
It wasn't really that amazing, it was only a few poems, but he may have been astounded by the fact that some of my mother's recitations were in French.
