Lento Shallow pools of water Are drinking up the sky; Chasms of cool blue-white In the brown of the sands. The clouds are in them, The houses on the shore, The winds rumple the even Glimmer of the reflection. Appassionato I dash across those shallow pools: Starring their gauzy surface: A plopping rush of bubbles: I turn and watch my boot-tracks Oozing upwards slowly in the dark wind-wrinkled sand. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WESSEX HEIGHTS by THOMAS HARDY SUMMER STORM by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL A UTILITARIAN VIEW OF THE MONITOR'S FIGHT by HERMAN MELVILLE THE RE-CURED LOVER EXULTETH IN HIS FREEDOM by THOMAS WYATT THE VALLEY OF FERN: PART 1 by BERNARD BARTON CHORUS OF A SONG THAT MIGHT HAVE BEEN WRITTEN BY ALBERT CHEVALIER by HENRY MAXIMILIAN BEERBOHM |