soon
after
the
beginning
and as soon
as the first
drops began
to fall,
then
the
ever
more
rapidly
spouting
fountain-
head
began
filling
the
hollow
in
the
Earth,
ready
to
quench
every
thirsting
thing
again
and
again
but
before
we
knew
it—
never
again.
I read this as a finely-tuned and elegiac, non-preachy climate change poem, though of course it can be read in other ways and its musicality is a delight. Also, its shape "calls to mind" (yes, that's a trite phrase but seems apt for several reasons) the running water. I like how all the stanzas, except the second, have single-word lines. Also, the repetitions work so well (soon/soon, again/and/again. . .never/again.) -- also fitting for this poem.
ReplyDeleteTrite as it might sound, I'll raise a glass of wine and drink to all the above comments because you've filled my cup again! Cheers!
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