Today's poem is by Katy Lederer
Under Sweet Water Drowned
Who hath forgotten aught they may be
and the master, do not say to us that he
will be acquainted with the worst.
Hither and thither as if in possession
the fisherman stands in the hall. The muscles
in his calf were clad in sinew, not his brain.
At night like numbered minions
through all the hall he passed and hither
thither, called on us. We two, who had toiled,
who had then seen the garden gate open
to one and now closed to the rest.
Copyright © 2003 Katy Lederer All rights reserved
from The Canary
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