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The River

Swift with the dawn she rises, quick and cold,
Rattling the pebbles with her silver shoon,
Chasing a thousand fish of instant gold,
And racing into noon.

But in the night so tired at having tracked
Her great sea-lover to his sounding lair;
Down from the shoulders of her cataract,
She loosens all her hair.

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  • ea
    February 13, 2006
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    This is truly beautiful. I always associate rivers with a woman, ever since I first read a Lorca's poem, "The Faithless Wife" where he writes: "I took her to the river." I felt he was using the river as a metaphor for the woman's own self, for her sexuality. And so I find it here.
    Edited on Feb 13, 5:19 because ''.


  • February 7, 2005
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    i think that this poem shows from a great prospective and is very touching. It shows a great feeling of emotion and i think that this poem will help those who feel lost and alone. yet the poem describes how lost and alone it yet is. this shows that sometimes talking about the probem helps to deal with it so that you can get it off your chest. this poem shall get a great reaction to the people young or old who read it.


  • rufina caraid Moderators member
    February 6, 2005
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    A wonderful description to wake up one's imagination and to visualise the waterfall as Gellert describes here:
    She loosens all her hair. Flowing, tumbling down, like hair caught in the wind. Marvellous!!

    Vonnie~~