the three trees guarded the entrance to a smaller road,
and by the time Marcel’s carriage had turned
down another lane he found he had not
Imagine that the world of the etching
isn’t as small as it seems; it will contain
what you bring with you. See how the
Memory, since the day you drowned, I am water.
I wash over you. In your name, I am blue.
Let me rise and subside along the