Others taunt me with having knelt at well-curbs Always wrong to the light, so never seeing Deeper down in the well than where the water Gives me back in a shining surface picture My myself in the summer heaven, godlike Looking out of a wreath of fern and cloud puffs. Once, when trying with chin against a well-curb, I discerned, as I thought, beyond the picture, Through the picture, a something white, uncertain, Something more of the depths—and then I lost it. Water came to rebuke the too clear water. One drop fell from a fern, and lo, a ripple Shook whatever it was lay there at bottom, Blurred it, blotted it out. What was that whiteness? Truth? A pebble of quartz? For once, then, something.
3 comments:
Wow, this looks great! I'd not heard about it until now.
Looks like on 5/30 I'll be going to a double feature. "Savage Grace" and "Sex and the City".
Mark :-)
I was about to say that I would be doing the same thing on 5/30, but then I realized that we'll be in Rome! :-)
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