Always divided (Merwin)
what I live for I can seldom believe in
who I love I cannot go to
what I hope is always divided
W. S. Merwin, from "Teachers"
Labels: poetry
I've come to realize that life, while being everything, is also strangely not much. Except when the light shines on it a different way and then you realize it's a lot after all! Still, in the end, I imagine we will always look back and think: Too little, with too little in it.
—Lorrie Moore
—Lorrie Moore
Monday, May 18, 2020
