Last Night

At a poetry workshop I attended last night - we warmed up reading some individual poems. I read an Anne Sexton. Also - upon arriving home - flipped through my latest copy of the New Yorker and read a poem by W. S. Merwin titled A Letter To Su T'ung Po. I really found Merwin's poem striking. I loved the way it meshed the past with the present. A most memorable line: "...thinking of you one your river that one bright sheet of moonlight..."