This bright, irregular disk of ice I hewed out with my hatchet to get at the lake, It formed last night on the water hole That we cut. When it's cold the ice will make Quickly; an oasis of glass In an acre of snow ice. It came to pass That the night was cold and the cold is fuel For fusing water into a jewel. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MOTHER AND POET; TURIN, AFTER THE NEWS FROM GAETA, 1861 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE NILE by JAMES HENRY LEIGH HUNT LOVE AND AGE by THOMAS LOVE PEACOCK MONNA INNOMINATA, A SONNET OF SONNETS: 10 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI MOON-BRIGHT DREAMS by WILLIAM EDWARD ADAMS IN THE WATER by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS OH, TORTURE NOT MY SOUL! by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS |