Moving in liquid dark, night's water, a flat stone sinking, wobbling toward bottom; and not to wait there for morning, to see the sun up through the water, but to freeze until another glacier comes. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JAWEH AND ALLAH BATTLE by ALLEN GINSBERG SONNET: 9. TO THE RIVER LODON by THOMAS WARTON THE YOUNGER NEAR DOVER, SEPTEMBER 1802 by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE MAGI by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS OMNES EODEM COGIMUR by AMMIANUS IN THE FOURTH WATCH by MYRON HENRY BROOMWELL THE FAIRY FORT by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN |