The Anthropology of Water, in Plainwater: Essays and Poetry, Anne Carson
Very ordinary behavior can be striking when it plays in the shapes of things like a sage, or a child biting into a pear.
The Anthropology of Water, in Plainwater: Essays and Poetry, Anne Carson Love is the mystery inside this walking. It runs ahead of us on the road like a dog, out of the photograph.
The Anthropology of Water, in Plainwater: Essays and Poetry, Anne Carson You come to understand travel because you have had conversations, not vice versa.
The Anthropology of Water, in Plainwater: Essays and Poetry, Anne Carson Walls of the hotel are filled with water. Plumbing booms and sluices. A water clock, embedded in the heart of the building, measures out our hours in huge drops. Wheels and gears turn in the walls, the roaring of lovers washes over the ceiling, the staircase is an aqueduct of cries.
The Anthropology of Water, in Plainwater: Essays and Poetry, Anne Carson I have come through countries, centuries of difficult sleep and hard riding and still I do not know the sense of things when I see it, when I stand with the pieces in my hands.
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