The diver is my love And I am his, if I am not deceived Who takes one breath above for every hour below the sea
Who gave to me a jewel Worth twice this woman's life, though it cost her less Than laying at low tide to see her true love phosphoresce
And in an infinite regress Tell me why is the pain of birth Lighter borne than the pain of death? I can't claim that I loved you first But I loved you best
I know we must abide Each by the rules that bind us here: The divers and the sailors and the women on the pier
And how do you choose your form? How do you choose your name? How do you choose your life? How do you choose the time you must exhale and kick and rise?
And in an infinite capsize Like a boat tearing down the coast Double hulls bearing double masts I don't know if you loved me most But you loved me last
Recall the word you gave To count your way across the depths of this arid world Where you will yoke the waves that lay a bed of shining pearls
I dream it every night The ringing of the pail, the motes of sand dislodged, the shucking, quick and bright The twinned and cast off shells reveal a single heart of white
And in an infinite backslide Ancient boulders sink past the west Like a sword at the bearer's fall I can't claim that I knew you best But did you know me at all?
A woman is alive, a woman is alive You do not take her for a siren An anchor on a stone, alone, unfaceted and fine
And never will I wed I'll hunt the pearl of death to the bottom of my life And ever hold my breath 'til I may be the diver's wife
See how the infinite divides And the divers are not to blame For the rift spanning distant shores You don't know my name But I know yours
Writer/s: Joanna Newsom
Publisher: ROUGH TRADE PUBLISHING
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"Bittersweet Symphony" by The Verve samples an obscure orchestral arrangement of the 1965 Rolling Stones song "The Last Time." The Verve had to sign away most of the royalties before they could release the song.