Silver tipped it bubbles
Through rocky, shallow twists,
Turns left, then right, then left again
Its voice a gentle lilt.
Suddenly it drops ten feet or more
Then sets a dashing pace
Till, resting in a quiet pool
It finds a quiet space.
Now deep within its solemn depths
A requiem it makes
Then drifts through endless darkness
In this forbidding place -
But suddenly a waterfall
Sucks it back to life,
Its quiet death of solitude
Now turn to noise, yes strife!
Through narrow turns, yes winding ways
It quickly leaps - now hides
But then is lost forever
In the rivermouth so wide!
But suddenly a waterfall Sucks it back to life, , , , , , imagery at its best, , , ,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
..........enjoyed riding the river through this poem.....and the feel of the water on a hot summer's day is uncomparable.....