No wind will walk upon the water there, That wears the pale defiance of the ice; First ice, a crystallizing of the air, Thin, brittle. When the pond is frozen twice The water will be then congealed -- and locked By shore and shore. Now there are open places, Dark mirrors where the clouds are making faces, The wind dislimns, as if he thought they mocked His play. Gruff winter, airy, blithe as spring, With fragile fancies -- men that deem him harsh Should see this ice today along the marsh, This magic of his momentary touch; For even early April would give much To build so light and delicate a thing. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MODERN PARAPHRASE OF SHAKESPEARE'S SONNET 29 by GEORGE SANTAYANA GRANDFATHER'S LOVE by SARA TEASDALE HUGH SELWYN MAUBERLEY: 4 by EZRA POUND VAN ELSEN by FREDERICK GEORGE SCOTT SHELLEY AND TRELAWNEY by JULIA COOLEY ALTROCCHI TO MY OLD COAT by PIERRE JEAN DE BERANGER |