Still Water
Prose Poems
Copyright @ 1989 by Arthur Garfunkel
ISBN 0-525-24795-5
Used by persmission of Author - All Rights Reserved
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I catch
myself in close-up looking into three con-
centric rings.
If they
combed the world to find me, covered all my
stomping grounds on land and raked the sea—
(only at longitude seventeen west
and latitude forty-eight north,
four hundred miles from the Brittany coast
in the hull of a night-riding voyager,
loitering in the pantry
spooning pear juice from a tin,
remembering her love for pears,
and staring at rings in a tin sea,
would they find me)
Atlantic crossingJuly 1984