. . . now
she's swept all that behind her for a moment and takes
a step outside of history, and
bathes it away. The panel is a length
of oak; and at her gathered hemline
� at the awning that he's set above her sex �
he's left a tiny, roughly tawny
slice of wood grain...
from Albert Goldbarth, A Woman Bathing in a Stream, 1654
at Poetry Today 02/04/03
