Firm and erect on the board she stands, Her head in the arch of her upraised hands; A figure slight, but compact and trim From tight-pressed fingers to ankle slim; Like a chamois poised on a mountain crest; Intense with motion, yet touched with rest, Or a breathing image of Victory With wings of joy for the flight to be. Now swift as the sweep of an unsheathed sword She springs with the send of the yielding board, Plucking our hearts, as she plunges sheer, To a breathless throb of delight and fear. Look! How cleanly her form cuts through The tranquil surface of mirrored blue; Then out of the foam with naiad grace Flashes the pink of a laughing face. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WOODSMOKE AT 70 by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE SITTING by CECIL DAY LEWIS JAWEH AND ALLAH BATTLE by ALLEN GINSBERG TO THE MARTYRED by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE CANDLE by KATHERINE MANSFIELD A REPUBLIC! by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |