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hi all this is a gem i found at my favourite poetry web-site http://www.poems.com janet ------------------------- Bodies of Water =A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0Glimmerings are what the soul= 's composed of. =A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0= =A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0= =A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=97 Seamus Heaney Yes, but the body is made of water. That's =A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0A fact. It freezes with fear And boils with rage because it has its states. =A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0It blows off steam. It swells with pride. =A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0It sweats like a pipe, =A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0But it is water. Genetic pool, swamp of desires, its heart =A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0Melts at a beautiful face; Turned to a puddle, it stands in the street and admires. =A0=A0=A0=A0=A0The body runs hot and cold and down =A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0In soaked beds, =A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0Seeking its level. There have been souls who drowned in pity, drowned =A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0In sorrow. Just last week, There was a glimmer of something out on the surface, =A0=A0=A0=A0=A0Then it went under. When divers went in =A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0They found gold teeth =A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0And hundreds of miles of water. Greg Williamson New England Review Volume 19, Number 3 Summer 1998 Copyright 1998 by Middlebury College Publications. ------------------------- janet paterson - 51/10 - almonte/ontario/canada http://www.newcountry.nu/pd/members/janet/ [log in to unmask]