Sunday, November 22, 2009

Water


Water


Nothing is lovelier than moving water,
The diamond element, innumerable jewel,
Brittle and splintering under the sharp sun,
Yet softer than doves' feathers, and more smooth
Than down of swan.



Nothing is lovelier than water lying still,
When the moon takes that stillness for her glass.


Gerald Bullett
Poems in Pencil, 1937


Posted over on Ursula's site Friko's Musings

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