02-08-2013, 09:47 PM
A rich and lovely poem about a small community dependant on a river. I like how you paint the narrator's complex relationship with the river. The "sow our wombs" line struck me as too clinical at first, but it's actually a crisp and charming way to tie human reproduction in with the natural imagery which surrounds it, I think. Thank you for the read
"We believe that we invent symbols. The truth is that they invent us; we are their creatures, shaped by their hard, defining edges." - Gene Wolfe