“So this is what I amPondering his eyes that could notConceive that I was a creature to run fromI who have always believed too much in words” W.S. Merwin
“My words are the garment of what I shall never beLike the tucked sleeve of a one-armed boy.” W.S. Merwin Source: The Lice Boy
“Sitting over wordsVery late I have heard a kind of whispered sighingNot farLike a night wind in pines or like the sea in the darkThe echo of everything that has everBeen spokenStill spinning its one syllableBetween the earth and silence” W.S. Merwin Silence , Sea , Night