Tuesday, February 11, 2020

Christmas 2019, Driving to Saskatoon


“The sky is realest: the sky cannot
Be touched and in the mirror it cannot
Be touched. He is enchanted. The rare azur
Is flawless; happily blurred blue is no whit
Less exquisite than blue unblurred. And what
He misses he would never know was there.”


James Merrill - Collected Poems

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