Prose is something, but poetry is about what can't be said. Why do people turn to poetry when all of a sudden the Twin Towers get hit, or when their marriage breaks up, or when the person they love most in the world drops dead in the same room? Because they can't say it. They can't say it at all, and they want something that addresses what can't be said.I found this quote underneath his picture in The Poets Laureate Anthology, bought back in March but not opened until a few days ago.
And was blown away by his three line poem below.
by W. S. Merwin
Your absence has gone through me
Like thread through a needle.
Everything I do is stitched in its color.
I have read this over and over - so profound, so poignant - capturing truth in a succinct, compressed way. Josh's death, his absence from my life, from our family is a color that permeates everything. What we've done, what we do now, and what will be done in the future - the color of his absence will weave through.
This is why it is impossible to "get over it" - his absence is a part of the air I breathe, part of the space I move in. It is ingrained in my conscious and subconscious; part of what makes me, me.