The Niagara River Poem by Kay Ryan

The Niagara River

Rating: 4.5


As though
the river were
a floor, we position
our table and chairs
upon it, eat, and
have conversation.
As it moves along,
we notice—as
calmly as though
dining room paintings
were being replaced—
the changing scenes
along the shore. We
do know, we do
know this is the
Niagara River, but
it is hard to remember
what that means.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Susan Williams 09 March 2016

I like the way she integrates the scenery with her poetry with her thoughts

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M Asim Nehal 09 March 2016

Great imagery and nice poem, thanks for sharing..

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Kay Ryan

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San Jose, California
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