Still Water Prose Poems
Copyright @ 1989 by Arthur Garfunkel
Used by persmission of Author - All Rights Reserved
Good Friday. I took a taxi to
Chelmsford, then walked to the North
Sea. It is spring. I had my homework in
I walked along a path beside a canal,
singing and thinking of her again:
If she were a "tabula rasa" and I a
believer in all in the eye of beholding,
then what she was was what I saw; her
power, my capacity.
She was a mirror and I saw myself
more kindly. And she took me up.
Chelmsford, England April 1984