Out of that noise and hurry of large life
The river flings me in an idle pool:
The waters still go on with stir and strife
And sunlit eddies, and the beautiful
Tall trees lean down upon the mighty flow,
Reflected in that movement. Beauty there
Waxes more beautiful, the moments grow
Thicker and keener in that lovely air
Above the river. Here small sticks and straws
Come now to harbour, gather, lie and rot,
Out of cross-currents and the water's flaws
In this unmoving death, where joy is not,
Where war's a shade again, ambition rotten
And bitter hopes and fears alike forgotten.
The Winter Soldier: The Pool
Edward Shanks
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Poem topics: beauty, death, joy, life, war, water, shade, small, movement, bitter, noise, rotten, large, strife, beautiful, river, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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