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D E C E M B E R 2 0 0 0 ORBITby Linda Bierds | |||||||||||||
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For warmth in that Swedish winter, the child, aged one, wore petticoats hooked from angora, knotted and looped to a star-shaped weave. And for her father, there at the well lip, she did seem to float in the first magnitude -- upright, far down the cylindric dark, with the star of her petticoats buoyantly rayed on the black water. One foot in the water bucket, one foot glissading a brickwork of algae, he stair-stepped down, calling a bit to her soft cries, while his weight, for neighbors working the tandem crank, appeared, disappeared, like a pulse. In bottom silt, the mottled snails pulled back in their casings as her brown-shoed legs lifted, the image for them ancient, limed with departure: just a shimmer of tentacles as the skirt of a mantle collapsed and a shape thrust off toward answering shapes, there, and then not, above. Linda Bierds is the director of the writing program at the University of Washington in Seattle and a MacArthur Foundation fellow. All material copyright © 2000 by The Atlantic Monthly Group. All rights reserved. |
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