Fallen from heaven, lies across
The lap of his mother, broken by world.
But water will go on.
Issuing from heaven
In dumbness uttering spirit brightness
Through its broken mouth.
Scattered in a million pieces and buried
Its dry tombs will split, at a sign in the sky.
At a rending of veils.
It will rise, in a time after times,
After swallowing death and the pit
It will return stainless.
For the delivery of this world.
So the river is a god.
Knee- deep among reeds, watching men,
Or hung by the heels down the door of a dam
It is a god, and inviolable.
Immortal. And will wash itself of all deaths.
TED HUGHES
Pit : deep hollow
Stainless : free from stain
Reeds : firm stemmed water grass
Immortal : deathless
