Reading WS Merwin at work

Sinking in a spongeof soft murmursCircling circuitouswords of the deadMy grip slips loosefrom the coma of passionLeaving only an echobehind, ahead Notes: WS Merwin wrote several poems about feeling like time was running out, and having a sense of purpose that would remain unfulfilled in his lifetime. By 'coma' I mean the space around a … Continue reading Reading WS Merwin at work