I stood by the bridge
Gazing down at the greens
Of the trees on the banks
At the union of streams.
Through mossed balustrade
Reflected I'd spy
The spires of Magdalen
In watery sky.
Leaves on the water
Red, yellow and gold
By unseen currents,
The near banks hold.
Bright against grey
In light autumn shower
A shimmering halo
Above the stone tower.
Wide wavelets circling
The still picture flows
A fast spreading mask
Where the hidden fish rose.
By the far bank
The ripple passes
Halting the gaze
Of hanging grasses.
Thinned willow and elm
Where pigeons coo,
As in the past
They forever will do.
Now Michaelmas comes,
New faces appear,
But Oxford unchanged
Will greet the new year.
Amazing memory of Oxford University is beautifully expressed in this interesting and outstanding poem. In spite of many changes Oxford University stands with victory. New students come up and learn here. Every student gains bright perception. Gazing down at the greens streams unite and motivate mind for higher achievement. Thank you for sharing your poetic gem with us and this is is treasured with time and timeless Oxford University shines ever...10
Well that is a glowing review and I am so grateful for the empathetic critique which is so clear.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well conceived and elegantly brought forth with clarity of thought and mind. A beautiful creation. Thanks for sharing Neil and do remain enriched.
Thank you Chinedu - what a nice review!