The Lice- Poems By W.s. Merwin Download Pdf Today

“They have sewn themselves into our clothes / and into the seams of our sleep. / They are the small, patient teeth / of the end.”

He disappeared into the back of the shop, where Smit kept the “quarantined” books—the ones with foxing, loose bindings, or questionable provenance. Ten minutes later, he emerged with a thin, sun-bleached paperback. The cover showed a ghostly photograph of bare branches. On the spine, in faded black letters: THE LICE . The Lice- Poems By W.S. Merwin Download Pdf

That afternoon, a young woman with cobalt-blue hair and a cracked tablet under her arm stormed in, chased by a squall of April rain. She shook herself like a wet sparrow and beelined for the poetry section, which was really just two shelves above the maritime history. “They have sewn themselves into our clothes /

That was not from The Lice , he realized. That was Merwin from elsewhere. But it was true, too. The cover showed a ghostly photograph of bare branches

He pulled a battered notebook from his coat. Inside, on a yellowed page, was a handwritten line in Latin. He had copied it decades ago from a library copy that no longer existed.

“Your absence has gone through me / Like thread through a needle. / Everything I do is stitched with its color.”