Tattoo
by
Wallace Stevens
The
light is like a
spider.
It crawls over the water.
It crawls over the edges of the snow.
It crawls under your
eyelids
And
spreads its webs there—
Its two
webs.
The webs of your
eyes
Are fastened
To the
flesh and bones of you
As to
rafters or grass.
There are
filaments of your eyes
On the surface of the water
And in the edges of the snow.