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21 " What can I say to convince youthe Houses of Parliament dissolvenight after night to becomethe fluid dream of the Thames?I will not return to a universeof objects that don’t know each other,as if islands were not the lost childrenof one great continent. The worldis flux, and light becomes what it touches. "
― Lisel Mueller , Alive Together
22 " Moon Fishing"When the moon was full they came to the water.some with pitchforks, some with rakes,some with sieves and ladles,and one with a silver cup.And they fished til a traveler passed them and said,"Fools,to catch the moon you must let your womenspread their hair on the water —even the wily moon will leap to that bobbingnet of shimmering threads,gasp and flop till its silver scaleslie black and still at your feet.”And they fished with the hair of their womentill a traveler passed them and said,"Fools,do you think the moon is caught lightly,with glitter and silk threads?You must cut out your hearts and bait your hookswith those dark animals;what matter you lose your hearts to reel in your dream?”And they fished with their tight, hot heartstill a traveler passed them and said,"Fools,what good is the moon to a heartless man?Put back your hearts and get on your kneesand drink as you never have,until your throats are coated with silverand your voices ring like bells.”And they fished with their lips and tonguesuntil the water was goneand the moon had slipped awayin the soft, bottomless mud. "