FROM slippery slab to slab I crawl Above the shattering waterfall. A mist, like hopeless human prayer, Curls in the firs and welters there. Through them I watch descend, descend The shuddering waters without end. Gray tears have fallen to swell this flood, And iron-ruddy drops like blood. It moans, and sobs, and howls, and sings, And whispers of heart-breaking things. For ages it has thundered so Into the slate-blue lake below. Each streak of blood, each cold gray tear, Sinks down into the sullen mere. Sinks down, and vanishes, and dies, Yet the lake's borders never rise. So to God's silent heart are hurled The sorrows of the unsuccoured world. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ARCHITECT (2) by KAREN SWENSON I HAVE PRAYED by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS THE IVORY GATE; AN UNFINISHED DRAFT by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES CHRISTMAS IN 1875 by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT BODY MODIFICATIONS by CATHLEEN CALBERT PORTRAITS: 9 by EDWARD ESTLIN CUMMINGS |