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When I was forty-five I lay for hours beside a pool, the green hazy springtime water, and watched the salamanders coupling, how they drifted lazily with their little hands floating almost aimlessly in and out of the shadows, fifteen or twenty of them, and suddenly two would dart together and clasp one another belly to belly the way we do, and then would let go and drift away again at peace, lazily, in the green pool that was their world and for a while was mine. Now I hardly ever watch the salamanders any more.
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Author:Carruth, Hayden
Publication:The American Poetry Review
Date:Jan 1, 1993
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