Yesterday
This is a heartbreaking poem by W.S. Merwin which I came across a couple of years ago. Then I thought it was beautiful. Over the years, it has become more and more personal and private. Today on the occasion of my father's birthday, I thought I should celebrate it with you.
Poems need to be read, and read aloud. None more than this one, because it's about things unsaid and undone.
Great poetry is like that. First you read it, then it reads you.
