"I had gone so long without loving
I hardly knew what I was thinking.
Where I hid my face, your touch, quick, merciful
Blindfolded me. A god breathed from my lips.
If that was illusion, I wanted it to last long;"
James Merrill (b. 1926), U.S. poet. Days of 1964 (l. 59-63). . .
Norton Anthology of American Literature, The, Vols. I-II. Nina Baym and others, eds. (2d ed., 1985) W. W. Norton & Company. |
"But you were everywhere beside me, masked,
As who was not, in laughter, pain, and love."
James Merrill (b. 1926), U.S. poet. Days of 1964 (l. 73-74). . .
Norton Anthology of American Literature, The, Vols. I-II. Nina Baym and others, eds. (2d ed., 1985) W. W. Norton & Company. |
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