75 I want to draw how you can be the water To take the temper and the shape of any face And flow in rugged throats to quench the smolder In sips of melting snow, in gulps of heavy rain; And how you can be air above the water To stay, invisible and patient, on your hands, Around the falling stones in hold of hollow, And try to keep them all from falling with your breath; How you can be the earth below the water To take all fallen stones in silence on your lap And make them sparrows, nightingales and swallows In sips of nests and burrows, in gulps of caves. I want to draw your air and earth and water, But most, I want to draw how you can be the flame To lighten up and rise, when stones are falling, And through the air and earth and water, penetrate.


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