As we are made by what moves us,
willows pull the water up into their
farthest reach which curves again
down divining where their life begins.
So, under travels up, and down and up again,
and the wind makes music of what water was.
~ Marie Howe from "The Willows" in NEW AND SELECTED POEMS
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When I have gazed into a tidal pool And seen the texture exquisite of stone, Of life and plant, deep in the lucid cool, It seems no greater wonder could be known. Yet there's a cleanness I have known in dreams -- In those rare dreams that are like blessed wine -- A pure transparency wherein it seems Is traced the form of the Creator's line. Distinct and clear appears each one and thing, And every grain of sand, as though I see Through unseen water; and the angels sing An unheard tone from heaven's melody.
So wonder grows to crystal-cut lucidity Defining the great pattern of eternity.