a poem on the bus:
Separation by W.S. Merwin
Your absence has gone through me
Like thread through a needle.
Everything I do is stitched with its color.
Your absence has gone through me
Like thread through a needle.
Everything I do is stitched with its color.
In regards to the poem: I know. Oh, how I know! And you know. More and differently than I know. Thank you for sharing.
ReplyDeleteThis is an oddly cryptic first comment for me. But it will have to do. I have been writing an 8-page research paper on Emily Dickinson as of late, so I am in a very cryptic mood.
You are wonderful, dear Erin!
(sidenote: do not bother with the blog attached to my username; I only posted twice back in the 2008 when Josh peer pressured me into it, and sometimes when I'm really bored or avoiding sleep, I update my profile)
I enjoy your crypticism. I am aware of the nonexistent nature of that word.
ReplyDeleteI enjoy you. I enjoy the name of Funk gracing the walls of my world.