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128 pages, Paperback
First published April 1, 1997
... There's nothing else to do,
so I paddle through the shallow water surrounding the spring,
treading carefully to keep things in focus,
and stoop over the source as though I find it fascinating.
It is fascinating. A red-brown soft-lipped cleft
with bright green grass right up to the edge,
and the water twisting out like a rope of grass.
...
There is Ruth swimming back upstream, her red velvet party dress
flickering round her heels as she twists through the locks
and dreams round the slow curves, slithering on for miles
until she has passed the ponderous diver at Folly Bridge
and the reed-forests at Lechlade, accelerating beneath bridges and willow branches,
slinking easily among the plastic wrecks and weedy trolleys,
speeding and shrinking and silvering until finally she is sliding uphill
over bright green grass and into the small wet mouth of the earth,
where she vanishes.