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Poetry: At Low Tide

At Low Tide By Nancy Willard At low tide, when Water openedher workshop, her shining hands unrolleda fabric so light I saw straight downto the loom on which it was born -- long ropes of sands rigid like muscleson the sea's floor, seeded withghostly pebbles polished like eggswaiting in weedy nests and a crab claw hugging its shadowand the pleated rim of a clam,till the sea threw out a netthat spun itself from the breath of the waves, in threads so fine I saw its shinein leaf and stone and the sunset's plumageand the light that was always there,waiting for me to find it. Commentary by Kathleen Norris: Poetry gets to the heart of things, putting into words the deepest concepts. Water is necessary for life; the ocean is mother of us all. With utter simplicity, this poet takes us to the ocean's edge and makes us see, touch, and feel the gift—and the mystery—of water. …

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