Sunday, November 28, 2010

Good poem

Wild Water

Insidious cruelty is this
that will allow the heart
a scent of wild water
in the arid land --
that holds out the cup
but to withdraw the hand.

Then says to the heart: Be glad
that you have beheld the font
where lies requitement,
and identified your thirst.
Now, heart, take up your desert,
this spring is cursed.

--May Swenson (1913-89)

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