tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4356162479428337180.post4065815922336220630..comments2023-08-29T06:28:14.152-05:00Comments on Dragonfly's Poetry & Prolixity: Still Morning By W. S. MerwinMarionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14786883679294446945noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4356162479428337180.post-4560095918994575262015-01-19T14:14:03.443-06:002015-01-19T14:14:03.443-06:00I don't think I've read it, but I'll l...I don't think I've read it, but I'll look it up. I understand...and your gaze is returned with love. xoMarionhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14786883679294446945noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4356162479428337180.post-25436979850177716562015-01-17T14:26:06.893-06:002015-01-17T14:26:06.893-06:00have you read hayden carruth's "north win...have you read hayden carruth's "north winter", marion? especially the "afterword," which is so very very difficult, but -<br /><br />but -<br /><br />it is in this but i find solace.<br /><br />"nothing they were nothing...saw nothing except the other's returning gaze which each knew also saw nothing<br /><br />And in this likeness this scrap of likeness that contained their likelihood they arose once more calmly the tall twin centers of compassion in the wide field of cold and horror And the sun the huge sun circled around them..."<br /><br />returning your gaze))<br />xo<br />erinerinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16636371927224076866noreply@blogger.com