Still Water Prose Poems

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


Nobody sees the welder.
No one can face the brilliant light
he works with.
In the city of Zurich by the river's quay,
a welder lifts his shield and looks at me.
The river shimmers to the Zurichsee.
Night has fallen.
Autumn has come.
"The air is a dove which,
as it rests on its nest,
keeps its young warm."

What did you sing there? What did you note?
What did you see with your
thrush in the throat?

I saw a boy painted ivory who stood like
a statue;
saw another boy fix a syringe by the river.
I saw chasms so holy the heart was arrested;
I saw curves in the earth -
the caress of my hand
o'er the hairs of her thigh
in the lay of the land.
Saw a girl at the window,
saw lumps in the meadows,
rode up the Alps with her,
bonded through conifer,
married to liberty,
over the Albula Pass.
Three years have passed...

Last night I ate bone marrow at the
Central Hotel... tenderness...
remembrance of things...
Laurie of the Orient
a motherless birth...
Because of the infant in her arms,
a mother waves her love at a passing train.
I leave this train at Bergun
to kiss the miraculous earth.

Bergun, SwitzerlandSeptember 1986