The Water Carrier

Lyrics
Twice daily I carried water from the spring Morning before leaving for school, and evening; Balanced as a fulcrum between two buckets A bramble rough path ran the river Where one stepped carefully across slime-topped stones With corners abraded as bleakly white as bones At the widening pool (for washing and cattle) Minute fish flickered as one dipped Circling to fill, with rust-tinged water The second or enamеl bucket was for spring water Which, after racing through a rusty mеadow Came bubbling in a broken drain-pipe Corroded wafer thin with rust It ran so pure and cold, it fell Like manacles of ice on the wrists One stood until the bucket brimmed Inhaling the musty smell of unpicked berries That heavy greenness fostered by water Recovering the scene, I had hoped to stylize it Like the portrait of an Egyptian water-carrier: Yet halt, entranced by slight but memoried life I sometimes come to take the water there Not as return or refuge, but some pure thing Some living source, half-imagined and half real Pulses in the fictive water that I feel
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Credits
- Writers
- John Montague