Axes <br />After whose stroke the wood rings, <br />And the echoes! <br />Echoes traveling <br />Off from the center like horses. <br /> <br />The sap <br />Wells like tears, like the <br />Water striving <br />To re-establish its mirror <br />Over the rock <br /> <br />That drops and turns, <br />A white skull, <br />Eaten by weedy greens. <br />Years later I <br />Encounter them on the road- <br /> <br />Words dry and riderless, <br />The indefatigable hoof-taps. <br />While <br />From the bottom of the pool, fixed stars <br />Govern a life.<br /><br />Sylvia Plath<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/words/
