Water remembered, treasured up; Water that has never touched an earthen cup; Held only in the creased hollow of a hand, Trickling through, flickering silver, furrowing black sand; Water tapped at the source Of cool damp precincts moving without force, Even and quiet and confident and clean With all the beauty of some suave machine -- These things, these phrases wrenched themselves softly loose Like young tulip bulbs or the inside grass spear whose Rootless white green end is sweet to suck: So the phrases filtered through, light struck, Pulled loose from the intricate loam of thought and spaced Themselves because you laughed, and got unlaced Because you laughed at something that I said . . . Your laughter was like water -- not drink only, but drink and dark-grained deep- breathing bread. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LAWYERS KNOW TOO MUCH by CARL SANDBURG TO W.P.: 1 by GEORGE SANTAYANA COLUMBIAN ODE by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR SONNET: ADDRESSED TO HAYDON (2) by JOHN KEATS THE WARM CRADLE by LAWRENCE ALMA-TADEMA LILIES: 17 by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) LILIES: 19. 'WHEN YOU THOUGHT I WAS 'FAR AWAY,' I WAS DREAMING by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) LILIES: 20. 'SOME DAY I WILL TELL YOU' by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) THE HISTORY OF ARCADIUS AND SEPHA: BOOK 1 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |