Narcissus And Echo by Fred Chappell
Narcissus And Echo by Fred Chappell
Narcissus And Echo
Shall the water not remember Ember
my hand’s slow gesture, tracing about of
its mirror my half-imaginary airy
portrait? My only belonging longing;
is my beauty, which I take ache
away and then return, as love of
of teasing playfully the one being unbeing.
whose gratitude I treasure Is your
moves me. I live apart heart
from myself, yet cannot not
live apart. In the water’s tone, stone?
that brilliant silence, a flower Hour,
whispers my name with such slight light:
moment, it seems filament of air, fare
the world become cloudswell. well.
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