Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SPRING WATER, by KENNETH SLADE ALLING First Line: How very distant shrills the slaughter Last Line: And forest things grow frolicsome. Subject(s): Water | ||||||||
How very distant shrills the slaughter Of time when March hears falling water. Obsidian pools in purple walls -- On them the falling water falls; White sound struck out of a black drum: And there beside the hemlock hole A dryad dances with her soul And forest things grow frolicsome. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...STARS WHICH SEE, STARS WHICH DO NOT SEE by MARVIN BELL WASHING OUR HANDS OF THE REST OF AMERICA by MARVIN BELL WATER, WINTER, FIRE by MARVIN BELL A PRESENCE by KENNETH SLADE ALLING |
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