In this world of <br />as fine a pair of breasts <br />as ever I saw <br />the fountain in <br />Madison Square <br />spouts up of water <br />a white tree <br />that dies and lives <br />as the rocking water <br />in the basin <br />turns from the stonerim <br />back upon the jet <br />and rising there <br />reflectively drops down again.<br /><br />William Carlos Williams<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-spouts/
