Empty cisterns and exhausted wells

Woman Listening, o/b, 5" x 8.5", Steven Rhude

A woman drew her long black hair out tight

And fiddled whisper music on those strings
And bats with baby faces in the violet light
Whistled, and beat their wings
And crawled head downward down a blackened wall
And upside down in air were towers
Tolling reminiscent bells, that kept the hours
And voices singing out of empty cisterns and exhausted wells.-  T.S. Elliot 

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