The Word of Water

The word of water spoke a wavy line

To the Egyptians; we can also hear

Variations from the strict linear

In fall and faucet, pail and ice-pitcher.

Whether in fountain or in porcelain

It speaks a speech so crystal in its chime

We never think to question this cold

Transparent wanderer from the underworld

About the dead,-whose resurrection fills

More than half the earth uttering a word

That no man living has interpreted.