Book: Crossing the Water
Quotes of Book: Crossing the Water
Love Letter"Not easy to state the change you made.If I'm alive now, then I was dead,Though, like a stone, unbothered by it,Staying put according to habit.You didn't just tow me an inch, no-Nor leave me to set my small bald eyeSkyward again, without hope, of course,Of apprehending blueness, or stars.That wasn't it. I slept, say: a snakeMasked among black rocks as a black rockIn the white hiatus of winter-Like my neighbors, taking no pleasureIn the million perfectly-chisledCheeks alighting each moment to meltMy cheeks of basalt. They turned to tears,Angels weeping over dull natures,But didn't convince me. Those tears froze.Each dead head had a visor of ice.And I slept on like a bent finger.The first thing I was was sheer airAnd the locked drops rising in dewLimpid as spirits. Many stones layDense and expressionless round about.I didn't know what to make of it.I shone, mice-scaled, and unfoldedTo pour myself out like a fluidAmong bird feet and the stems of plants.I wasn't fooled. I knew you at once.Tree and stone glittered, without shadows.My finger-length grew lucent as glass.I started to bud like a March twig:An arm and a leg, and arm, a leg.From stone to cloud, so I ascended.Now I resemble a sort of godFloating through the air in my soul-shiftPure as a pane of ice. It's a gift. book-quote
