Treasure Island

Yvor Winters

(1900 - 1968 / United States)

The Fable


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.

Submitted: Monday, April 19, 2010
Edited: Monday, May 09, 2011

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
1 person did not like.

What do you think this poem is about?



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

improve

Comments about this poem (The Fable by Yvor Winters )

Enter the verification code :

There is no comment submitted by members..
[Hata Bildir]