by W. S. Merwin
I fell in love with poetry when I read “Separation” at the age of 46. I hadn’t known a poem could be so short yet nail an emotion so soundly. Since that time, this poem with its simple words describing the humble act of sewing has followed me through 20 years and all the times that I have experienced loss: especially now with the sudden death of my husband, Bob.
Mimi Ahern, 66
Semi-Retired Teacher of Teachers
Your absence has gone through me
Like thread through a needle.
Everything I do is stitched with its color.
W. S. Merwin