Diane Hine

Silver Star - 4,143 Points (25 July 1956)

The Lake - Poem by Diane Hine

Midday rays slide through bladed gum leaves;
thump and lever shaded nooks.
The lake's green fringe is pressed drab grey
by sixty miles of baked blue sky
like flowers in a book.

The hammered aluminum lake glares;
wraps thin chilled metal around legs,
sloughs sheets of steam to thicken the air.
A jumble of drowned forest debris
is dim lit in silt dregs.

Night congeals the red gum effusions
of Marris to hard black streaks and knobs.
Two people tread on discarded bark
under stressed limbs of pale Wandoo.
Force fed trees relax, quaff oxygen
and stretch after dark.

Opaque water and transparent air;
equally black and balmy.
Split by a calm cohesive layer
barely noticeable to the skin.
The stillness disarms.

The lake's texture at night is
smooth, dense, buoyant and soft.
Billions of light years above,
the naked universe reveals all, if
only the man and woman cared
to look up.

Comments about The Lake by Diane Hine

  • Fabrizio Frosini (9/12/2015 12:41:00 PM)

    after our e-book ''WE ARE THE WORDS - SIAMO PAROLE'', I've posted the translation of ''The Lake'' here: http: //www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-translation-il-lago-a-poem-by-diane-hine/
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  • Daniel Brick (6/6/2015 10:53:00 PM)

    Diane, I was stunned when I read this poem in the email you sent for our ebook. I had to get a closer look and it truly stands as one of my favorites. My reaction has already been expressed by Kevin Patrick below: the density of language and the closing cosmic perspective. When people sometimes ask what's different about professional poets, I cite density of language. And you display it here. The imagery is so earthy, I can now say I have a vicarious sense of the southern hemisphere. But it's the closing lines, where you quietly bring in the Universe that made my imagination swell, and to think I was seeing the star-blanket BEFORE the couple under it was - what?
    almost unnerving. You made me so present at the scene, nothing vicarious about it, I was there at the lake's edge and the huge eye of the Universe beheld me.
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  • (3/19/2013 6:03:00 PM)

    Reading it I was transfixed by the density of the language and imagery of some primeval watershed that housed a lost world of cretaceous organisms, then everything changed with those last lines, revealing something else entirely. Perhaps we can look down and up at the same time. (Report) Reply

  • (2/24/2013 10:03:00 AM)

    O What a beautiful imagery! I was wonder -struck by your poem - The Lake- ! Thanks! (Report) Reply

  • Valsa George (2/14/2013 10:08:00 AM)

    Yes, many marvels we miss as we refuse to look up! The lake with forest debris, silt dregs, opaque waters and disarming stillness is beautifully described! ! (Report) Reply

  • Valerie Dohren (2/14/2013 4:02:00 AM)

    Beautifully descriptive - wish I could see the lake there in Australia. (Report) Reply

  • (2/14/2013 1:00:00 AM)

    the beauty of the lake is well described! the steam from the lake that joins the air is very picturesque. quite nice and interesting Diane! (Report) Reply

  • (2/13/2013 5:54:00 AM)

    A beautifully descriptive piece, graceful and calm, tranquil and delightful. Hammered aluminium lake - bespeaks a tyring glare full surface - exquisite. Indeed what we see or choose not too, if only they looked up. Delightful. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, February 13, 2013

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