OVER the rim of a lacquered bowl,
Where a cold blue water-color stands
I see the wintry breakers roll
And heave their froth up the freezing sands.
Here in immunity safe and dull,
Soul treads her circuit of trivial things.
There soul's brother, a shining gull,
Dares the rough weather on dauntless wings.
Winter wonderfully described. Enjoyed the rhyme and meaning of the wonderful poem. Thanks for sharing.10 points.
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I would like to translate this poem
I see the wintry breakers roll And heave their froth up the freezing sands.- - don't you wish you could write such a watercolor image in words? I know I do