Still Water Prose Poems

Copyright @ 1989 by Arthur Garfunkel
ISBN 0-525-24795-5
Used by persmission of Author - All Rights Reserved


Before she died she went to Bali, tilting
the global balance. She was gorgeous for
others. A photographer took a picture of her
in a pool in a glade in the nude. Perhaps she
swam for him... then water must have
rushed between her thighs. Then did she dip
her porcelain head and rise in undulation,
arched in exhibition - mysterious, cruel -
late for the sky and the wild swans at Coole?

Les Arcs, FranceJanuary 1986