tattoo

   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 of grass.

 There are filaments of your eyes
 On the surface of the water
 And in the edges of the snow.