The world turns softly / Not to spill its lakes and rivers. Hilda Conkling More Quotes by Hilda Conkling More Quotes From Hilda Conkling The world turns softly Not to spill its lakes and rivers, The water is held in its arms And the sky is held in the water. What is water, That pours silver, And can hold the sky? Hilda Conkling lakes rain sky The morning is like the inside of a snow-apple. Hilda Conkling apples snow morning The moon is at her crystal window / Spinning and weaving... Hilda Conkling weaving spinning moon
