The Book of Gwenivere Overview
Spicer on Gwenivere

What you don't understand are depths and shadows
They grow, Lance, though the sun covers them in a single day.
Grails here, grails there, grails tomorrow
A trick of light.
A trick of light streaming from the cup
You say, knowing only the unbent rock
The shells
That have somehow survived their maker.
The depths and shadows are beside all of this, somehow
Each man to what of him is not bone and skin and mortal
The moon
Which is beautiful and shell of the earth

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