W.S. Merwin as nothing-in-particular

This one has no stitching on it of any kind, but I like it and thought it was a fitting way to end Poetry Month (though if I have time, I may squeeze in Dennis Lee as well): from W. S. Merwin: The Laughing Thrush O nameless joy of the morning tumbling upward note byContinue reading “W.S. Merwin as nothing-in-particular”