Anahorish lyrics

My "Place Of Clear Water"

The first hill in the world

Where springs washed into

The shiny grass

And darkened cobbles

In the bed of the lane

Anahorish, soft gradient

Of consonant, vowel-meadow

After-image of lamps

Swung through the years

On winter evenings

With pails and barrows

Those mound-dwellers

Go waist-deep in mist

To break the light ice

At wells and dunghills