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Rachel Eliza Griffiths Reads W.S. Merwin

The New Yorker: Poetry

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The Mother in an Eye in an Ivory Dress

i think the thing i was going to ask you about the mother, because that vintage dress in an eye in an ivory, what a great set of phrases there. And then that's when i just sat down and started scribbling, really thinking of himye wan. But also there's this real sense that the speaker, the eye, is invoking the mother, both in the poem and the memory in the elegy,. In this new, the new to the eye dress, the new garment that is being sort of conjured herea i think that feeling kind of, as i get older, the way that see, my mother is in the mirror in the morning. Am I?

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