Poetry & Baseball
A new poem for your consideration. Comments & suggestions welcome as always.
The Texture of Water
The water crinkles
in the pool of a
fountain crumpling
and rippling out to
smoothness along the rim
as jets rise and arc and
fray spilling back, spattering
and pocking the surface,
rippling the texture:
Rise and fall and spatter,
the rhythm of it, the almost
music of it.
In tribute to the World Series, the Poetry Foundation has an excellent essay on poetry and baseball. It's well worth your reading.
Labels: baseball, poem, poetry, World Series
posted by Greg at 11:28 AM
2 Comments:
At first, I didn't think the word "fray"was appropriate, but on second reading, I think it's perfect as a way to describe a little bit of chaos in the other wise orderly musical rythm of the fountain. Cool!
Also, thanks for the link to the poetry/baseball site. Every time I play catch in the backyard with my son (not often enough any more), I think of Donald Hall.
Thanks Jim!
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