Yvor Winters

(1900 - 1968 / United States)

The Fable - Poem by Yvor Winters

Beyond the steady rock the steady sea,
In movement more immovable than station,
Gathers and washes and is gone. It comes,
A slow obscure metonymy of motion,
Crumbling the inner barriers of the brain.
But the crossed rock braces the hills and makes
A steady quiet of the steady music,
Massive with peace.
And listen, now:
The foam receding down the sand silvers
Between the grains, thin, pure as virgin words,
Lending a sheen to Nothing, whispering.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 19, 2010

Poem Edited: Monday, May 9, 2011


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