We're settling in ... finally ... after our long stay on Queen Anne. It was a great time, but we're glad to back home. Only thing: we're missing my Mama, as she flew back to SC last night.
Until we get settled in, here's a great poem that I've loved since college days:
THE WIDOW
by W.S. Merwin
How easily the ripe grain
Leaves the husk
At the simple turning of the planet
There is no reason
That requires us
Masters of forgetting
Threading the eyeless rocks with
A narrow light
In which ciphers wake and evil
Gets itself the face of the norm
And contrives cities
The Widow rises under our fingernails
You multiply you cannot be found
You grieve
Not that heaven does not exist but
That it exists without you
You confide
In images in things that can be
Represented which is their dimension you
Require them you say This
Is real and you do not fall down and moan
Not seeing the irony in the air
Everything that does not need you is real
The Widow does not
Hear you and your cry is numberless
This is the waking landscape
Dream after dream after dream walking away through it
Invisible Invisible Invisible
xoxo
Anna
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I've known Bill Merwin and his work for over 30 years. I'm glad you like him too. Hugs to you for the end of this year and the beginning of what I know will be a great one for both of us!
Love you, my girl!
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