Posted by: W. E. Poplaski | September 28, 2009

POEM OF THE DAY: Song

by Gladys Cromwell (1885 – 1919).

Song

I like to see the pebbles creep
Into the ocean’s hand.
I like to see the water spread
Wide fingers on the sand,
And fumble for the emeralds
The foaming ripples hold,
Or grope among the seaweeds for
A clasp of coral cold.
I like to see the ocean stoop
And gather shining things:
Chrysolite or pearl or just
A tiny shell with wings.

Notes:
http://www.infoplease.com/t/poetry/modern-verse/cromwell-bio-note.html
http://books.google.com/books?id=1x0KAAAAIAAJ&pg=PA326&lpg=PA326&dq=%22gladys+cromwell%22+1919+biography&source=bl&ots=b9vyI56pOa&sig=bEGKQTJB5TI75WSNjlj4rHu2rFU&hl=en&ei=RVy6SprcO46Utgeeh7mADw&sa=X&oi=book_result&ct=result&resnum=4#v=onepage&q=&f=false

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