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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ARABESQUE, by FLORENCE BROOKS
First Line: Out on the glassy surface of the lake
Last Line: In my eyes' mirror, is but my own soul.
Alternate Author Name(s): Malone, John, Mrs.
Subject(s): Lakes; Love; Soul; Pools; Ponds
First Line: Out on the glassy surface of the lake
Last Line: In my eyes' mirror, is but my own soul.
Alternate Author Name(s): Malone, John, Mrs.
Subject(s): Lakes; Love; Soul; Pools; Ponds
Out on the glassy surface of the lake
The curling scrolls of foam roll lazily,
Bizarre these waters, ominous, opaque,
Where hid in deeps my soul loves crazily.
Strange and endearing that lorn littoral
Whose whirling spirals woo the stony sands
And love's weft fancies' intricate cabal
Play wanton poetry into my hands.
As a green tree is dark and serious,
Umbrageous holding wind-tossed cryptic charms,
My sombre being thrills mysterious
When love capricious breathes within my arms.
Her I possess is not this woman here,
Her hair, her laughter curving as a scroll,
That changeful beauty, maddening and austere
In my eyes' mirror, is but my own soul.
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