Lento Shallow pools of water Are drinking up the sky; Chasms of cool blue-white In the brown of the sands. The clouds are in them, The houses on the shore, The winds rumple the even Glimmer of the reflection. Appassionato I dash across those shallow pools: Starring their gauzy surface: A plopping rush of bubbles: I turn and watch my boot-tracks Oozing upwards slowly in the dark wind-wrinkled sand. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...O SOUTHLAND! by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON CONTEMPLATIONS by ANNE BRADSTREET LOVE'S CALENDAR by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH LILIES: 5. ETERNAL MURMURINGS by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) SUMMER RAINSTORM by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |