Alice Corbin

(1881-1949 / United States)

The Pool - Poem by Alice Corbin

Do you remember the dark pool at Nimes,
The pool that had no bottom?
Shadowed by Druids ere the Romans came
Dark, still, with little bubbles rising
So quietly level with its rim of stone
That one stood shuddering with the breathless fear
Of one short step?

My little sister stood beside the pool
As dark as that of Nimes.
I saw her white face as she took the plunge;
I could not follow her, although I tried.
The silver bubbles circled to the brink,
And then the water parted:
With dream-white face my little sister rose
Dripping from that dark pool, and took the hands
Outstretched to meet her.

I may not speak to her of all she's seen;
She may not speak to me of all she knows,
Because her words mean nothing:
She chooses them
As one to whom our language is quite strange,
As children make queer words with lettered blocks
Before they know the way. . . .

My little sister stood beside the pool
I could not plunge in with her, though I tried.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 22, 2010



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