An Aquarium by Amy Lowell

Streaks of green and yellow iridescence,Silver shiftings,Rings veering out of rings,Silver—gold—Grey-green opaqueness sliding down,With sharp white bubblesShooting and dancing,Flinging quickly outward.Nosing the bubbles,Swallowing them,Fish.Blue shadows against silver-saffron water,The light rippling over themIn steel-bright tremors.Outspread translucent finsFlute, fold, and relapse;The threaded light prints through them on the pebblesIn scarcely tarnished twinklings.Curving of spotted spines,Slow up-shifts,Lazy convolutions:Then… Continue reading An Aquarium by Amy Lowell

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Moonrise on Secret Lake

And the sun went down.We sat in the twilightHe and he and she andSheAnd of course, I. The ducksSplashed about.The peacocks, hoarselyClaimed territoryAnd of courseTheir mates. A gust of windA rustling of leavesA Solitary crowLate for some eveningAppointment. Disappointment? And the moon cameUp and up slowlySlowlySlowlySlow……ly As we watchedThe ducks flew home.

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