| |
| | Amy Clampitt: Times Square Water Music (Site not responding. Last check: 2007-10-26) |
 | | Having gone round the pond thus far accumulated, bound for the third, infra- infernal hollow of the underground, where the N, RR, and QB cars are wont to travel, in mid-descent I stopped, abruptly way- laid by a sound. |
 | | Alongside the iron- runged nethermost stairway, under the banister, a hurrying skein of moisture had begun, on its way down, to unravel into the trickle of a musical minuscule waterfall. |
 | | Think of spleen- wort, of moss and maiden- hair fernwork, think of water pipits, of ouzels and wagtails dipping into the course of it as the music of it oozes from the walls! |
| www.diacenter.org /prg/poetry/87_88/clampitt1.html (172 words) |
|