"He crosses the silver water, hardly reducing his speed when he corners, moving like mercury, seldom upright, often inclined as though listening to the earth, first on one side and then the other, bending over to listen with pity.
All I had to offer, old as the world, God-given, balm for pain, honey for taste-buds, promise for always, silken welcomes, oh to welcome, knees turned on their sides, toes extended-- all I had has been taken."
(John Berger, To the Wedding, 80-1)
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