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A garden is made of hope.W.S. Merwin
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Separation Your absence has gone through me Like thread through a needle. Everything I do is stitched with its color.W.S. Merwin
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Part memory part distance remainingmine in the ways that I learn to miss youW.S. Merwin
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My words are the garment of what I shall never be Like the tucked sleeve of a one-armed boy.W.S. Merwin
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I offer you what I have my PovertyW.S. Merwin
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From what we cannot hold the stars are madeW.S. Merwin
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Modern poetry, for me, began not in English at all but in Spanish, in the poems of Lorca.W.S. Merwin
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So this is what I am Pondering his eyes that could not Conceive that I was a creature to run from I who have always believed too much in wordsW.S. Merwin
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What you remember saves you.W.S. Merwin
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We keep asking where they have gonethose years we remember and wereach for them like hands in the nightW.S. Merwin
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Through all of youth I was looking for youwithout knowing what I was looking forW.S. Merwin
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Even there a shining is flowing from all the stonesthough the eyes are not yet made that can see itW.S. Merwin
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On the last day of the world I would want to plant a treeW.S. Merwin
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I think there's a kind of desperate hope built into poetry now that one really wants, hopelessly, to save the world. One is trying to say everything that can be said for the things that one loves while there's still time.W.S. Merwin