Today I handed back rough drafts. Your final draft is due Wednesday. Then we discussed a quote from W.S. Merwin: "I think there's a kind of desperate hope built into poetry now that one really wants, hopelessly, to save the world.” We talked about hopeless hope, then journaled on whether or not we can save the world. Then we went over MLA format, and concluded with a jaunt through the simile in Merwin's poem "Separation." It is below:
Your absence has gone through me
Like thread through a needle.
Everything I do is stitched with its color.
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