by W. S. Merwin
Your absence has gone through me
Like thread through a needle.
Everything I do is stitched with its color.
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"in the skeptic's ear the secret is no secret at all."
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March
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- Sonnet XVII
- The Sick Rose
- Cino
- Because I could not stop for Death
- Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening
- My Message
- Invictus
- From Septiembre
- Night and Death
- From the journals of Albert Camus
- Excerpt from Thus spoke Zarathustra
- Samurai Song
- Sonnet CVII
- Your Hands
- Eternity
- One Art
- Introduction to Poetry
- White T-Shirt And Blue Jeans
- Separation
- Love
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