Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, EDGE, by CHARLOTTE FARRINGTON BABCOCK



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First Line: The pond is cold, steel-blue, like the bright blade
Last Line: We pierce the shadowy waters far below.
Subject(s): Lakes; Winter; Pools; Ponds


THE pond is cold, steel-blue, like the bright blade
Of a hard, keen-forged sword; the cutting air
Etches the bare-branched trees against a sky
As hard as they; there is no softening shade
Of hazy Indian Summer anywhere,
To cast its veiled enchantment on the eye.

The chilly wind that sweeps across the lake,
Playing staccato notes on the dry sedge—
Metallic song—dispels illusion's glow.
With eagle's eye, clear-visioning mind awake,
Standing aloft above a sheer cliff's edge,
We pierce the shadowy waters far below.





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