Sunshine
Amy Lowell, 1919
The pool is edged with the blade-like leaves of irises.
If I throw a stone into the placid water,
It suddenly stiffens
Into rings and rings
Of sharp gold wire.
Sunshine
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The pool is edged with the blade-like leaves of irises.
If I throw a stone into the placid water,
It suddenly stiffens
Into rings and rings
Of sharp gold wire.
Comments are closed.
Gorgeous irises!
Perfect artwork to suit the poem!