Migration Quotes

“Summer"

Be of this brightness dyed
Whose unrecking fever
Flings gold before it goes
Into voids finally
That have no measure.

Bird-sleep moonset,
Island after island,
Be of their hush
On this tide that balance
A time, for a time.

Islands are not forever,
Nor this light again,
Tide-set, brief summer,
Be of their secret
That fears no other.”
― W.S. Merwin, Migration: New and Selected Poems

“you die without knowing
whether anything you wrote was any good
if you have to be sure don't write”
― W.S. Merwin, Migration: New and Selected Poems