I’m in a short poem mood, and since I usually schedule an entire month’s worth of Poetry Wednesday’s in one sitting, be prepared for an entire February of short poems. Fitting, as it is the shortest month. First up is W. S. Merwin’s poem separation. I almost passed by this poem before reading the last line. Silly me.
Separation by W. S. Merwin
Your absence has gone through me
like thread through a needle.
Everything I do is stitched with its color.
Is that poetic perfection? Probably.