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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
GOLDFISH ON THE WRITING DESK, by MAX BROD First Line: In front of our mouths, wherever we swim Last Line: The two dark eyes go to and fro. Subject(s): Goldfish | |||
In front of our mouths, wherever we swim There is always glass, and something dim, Something foreign and fathomless Like a far storm's shuddering heaviness. There are little green leaves about us here, Through seaweed forests our way we steer Among delicate threads and slime and light. Then we are still, not grasping quite The voice of home, sounding out of sight. A little push and there is the wall, We trip, we tremble, prisoners all,— And again the strange power, that never breaks in, Ruling through walls so firm, so thin. O sorrowful circling in this small room; Iridescent-eyed, we stare at our doom. Pale colors before us towering bloom, The vast paper, a roaring sound. Perplexing us, from the dim profound. Now toward us, through the turbid veil, Across the inkwell bends something pale, It dazzles, close to our dwelling-place,— The huge, sorrowful human face. It lies as the pale moon lies on the sea, But in its whiteness, heavy and slow, Flickering, blind with captivity, Moving as fish move, restlessly, The two dark eyes go to and fro. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHILD AND GOLDFISH by JOSEPHINE JACOBSEN FREE THE GOLDFISH by CHARLES SIMIC ODE ON THE DEATH OF A FAVOURITE CAT, DROWNED IN A TUB by THOMAS GRAY ADDRESS TO CERTAIN GOLD-FISHES by DAVID HARTLEY COLERIDGE ON A VASE OF GOLD-FISH by CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER GOLDFISH by AUDREY ALEXANDRA BROWN CHILD AND GOLDFISH by JOSEPHINE JACOBSEN TO MISS -- ON THE DEATH OF HER GOLDFISH by ? MEREDYTH PRIVACY by ROBERT WILLIAM SERVICE |
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