Based on Cock Pheasant (1916) by John Henry Dearle for William Morris, and named for the Mary Oliver poem of the same name, Clapp's Pond captures the memory of a magical day spent in the forest - and how it stays with you long after you've stepped away from its path. Clapp's Pond by Mary Oliver Three miles through the woods Clapp's Pond sprawls stone gray among oaks and pines, the late winter fields where a pheasant blazes up lifting his yellow legs under bronze feathers, opening bronze wings; and one doe, dimpling the ground as she touches its dampness sharply, flares out of the brush and gallops away. * By evening: rain. It pours down from the black clouds, lashes over the roof. The last acorns spray over the porch; I toss one, then two more logs on the fire. * How sometimes everything closes up, a painted fan, landscapes and moments flowing together until the sense of distance - - - say, between Clapp's Pond and me - - - vanishes, edges slide together like the feathers of a wing, everything touches everything. * Later, lying half-asleep under the blankets, I watch while the doe, glittering with rain, steps under the wet slabs of the pines, stretches her long neck down to drink * from the pond three miles away.