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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE WATERS OF BETHESDA, by HAROLD TROWBRIDGE PULSIFER Poet's Biography First Line: My spirit was a troubled pool Last Line: When passing angels stirred the pool. | |||
My spirit was a troubled pool That stirred with every passing wind, And I was thirsty for the cool Green depths of a long tranquil mind. Now let me rest, I cried, and sleep, While hours that vanish one by one Marshal the stars across the deep, And the still beauty of the sun. Let there be no more rain to fill My rocky chalice, harsh and brown; Let me know quietness until The warm earth-mother drinks me down. There came a silence everywhere, And no clouds sailed and no wind stirred. Sun and stars shone stark and bare -- I had the answer to my word. All night the stars stabbed through the dark, All day the sun shot from the sky Swift, molten arrows to its mark -- The lidless circle of my eye. In the white torment where it lay, My troubled spirit learned, poor fool, The glory of that stormy day When passing angels stirred the pool. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GHOSTS by HAROLD TROWBRIDGE PULSIFER HAVEN by HAROLD TROWBRIDGE PULSIFER PEACE by HAROLD TROWBRIDGE PULSIFER THE DUEL by HAROLD TROWBRIDGE PULSIFER THE HARVEST OF TIME by HAROLD TROWBRIDGE PULSIFER THE SHADOW OF SILENCE by HAROLD TROWBRIDGE PULSIFER THOUGHTS UPON A WALK WITH NATALIE, MY NIECE by HAROLD TROWBRIDGE PULSIFER TO A SCHOOLMATE-KILLED IN ACTION by HAROLD TROWBRIDGE PULSIFER WILD BIRD by HAROLD TROWBRIDGE PULSIFER RHYME FOR A CHILD VIEWING A NAKED VENUS IN A PAINTING by ROBERT BROWNING |
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