I have known a little pool of silent water . . . Silver. . . green. . . or if I wish it. . . blue. But you could never know, for all your knowing, Truths, like this, that never could be true. If I should stir it with the faintest singing It would wake and either laugh or weep, But if I struck it with the whitest anger It would never waken from its sleep. Oh, you may throw and throw your golden lances . . It will lie as smooth as polished stone And you will never see, for all your seeing, Lances in its heart that were not thrown. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE MOUNTAIN FASTNESS by HAYDEN CARRUTH CONTRA MORTEM: THE WOMAN'S GENITALS by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE MARRIAGE (1) by TIMOTHY LIU BRUTUS AND ANTONY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |