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Water - Poem by Pablo Neruda

Everything on the earth bristled, the bramble
pricked and the green thread
nibbled away, the petal fell, falling
until the only flower was the falling itself.
Water is another matter,
has no direction but its own bright grace,
runs through all imaginable colors,
takes limpid lessons
from stone,
and in those functionings plays out
the unrealized ambitions of the foam.

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  • Naidu Reddy 5/15/2019 7:42:00 AM

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  • Khushi 10/16/2018 11:22:00 AM

    Short for higher level...but nice Reply

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  • Cristiano Ronaldo 5/21/2018 11:13:00 AM

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Water Poems
  1. 1. Water
    Pablo Neruda
  2. 2. Going For Water
    Robert Frost
  3. 3. Water Picture
    May Swenson
  4. 4. Afton Water
    Robert Burns
  5. 5. The Boiling Water
    Kenneth Koch
  6. 6. Water
    Olivia Taylor
  7. 7. By The Grey Gulf-Water
    Banjo Paterson
  8. 8. Water, Is Taught By Thirst
    Emily Dickinson
  9. 9. Water Lily
    Rainer Maria Rilke
  10. 10. Clear Water
    Pia Andersson
  11. 11. Ducks Bobbing On The Water
    Kobayashi Issa
  12. 12. Water Lilies
    Sara Teasdale
  13. 13. The Water-Fall
    Henry Vaughan
  14. 14. (o) Water Always Finds Water (A Slip..
    Original Unknown Girl
  15. 15. The Old Men Admiring Themselves In The W..
    William Butler Yeats
  16. 16. Song Of The Artesian Water
    Banjo Paterson
  17. 17. The Star And The Water Lily
    Oliver Wendell Holmes
  18. 18. Water Grief Water Joy 2100
    Kumarmani Mahakul
  19. 19. Wine And Water
    Gilbert Keith Chesterton
  20. 20. On The Water
    Rene Francois Armand Prudhomme
  21. 21. Water On Earth Save Water
    sarah shahzad
  22. 22. To An Isle In The Water
    William Butler Yeats
  23. 23. Water Music
    Robert Creeley
  24. 24. Ice Water
    Tailor Bell
  25. 25. Divine Epigrams: To Our Lord, Upon The W..
    Richard Crashaw
  26. 26. (480) Water
    Melvina Germain
  27. 27. (c) 27 (Life/Philosophy) Soul Water
    Renu Rakheja a.k.a Tranquil ..
  28. 28. The Great Grey Water
    Edwin James Brady
  29. 29. (g) 2 (Biographical) I Am Water
    Renu Rakheja a.k.a Tranquil ..
  30. 30. Fish And Water
    Raveendran N.V.
  31. 31. Shadows In The Water
    Thomas Traherne
  32. 32. I Want Water
    JOE POEWHIT
  33. 33. Water Water Water
    Gajanan Mishra
  34. 34. Nacken - Water Demon
    Erik Johan Stagnelius
  35. 35. Broken Fragments Of Water
    Dónall Dempsey
  36. 36. Water Nymph (Fantasy Poem)
    Melvina Germain
  37. 37. Be Like Water, My Friend - Hypnotic Indu..
    Elena V. Moonray
  38. 38. The Water Ouzel
    Harriet Monroe
  39. 39. Upon The Fish In The Water
    John Bunyan
  40. 40. "Water Floods"
    James K. Dyson
  41. 41. The Importance Of Water
    Jerry Abrahamson
  42. 42. Well Water
    Randall Jarrell
  43. 43. A Water Lord
    sylvia spencer
  44. 44. Water
    Adelaide Rhead
  45. 45. Water Water Everywhere
    James Casey
  46. 46. The Language Of Water
    Dónall Dempsey
  47. 47. To The Water-Nymphs Drinking At Thefount..
    Robert Herrick
  48. 48. Bronze Trumpets And Sea Water - On Turni..
    Elinor Morton Wylie
  49. 49. Made Of Water
    Dónall Dempsey
  50. 50. Water
    Diana Poems

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Water Poems

  1. Afton Water

    1 Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes, 2 Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song in thy praise; 3 My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream, 4 Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream. 5 Thou stock-dove, whose echo resounds thro' the glen, 6 Ye wild whistling blackbirds in yon thorny den, 7 Thou green-crested lapwing, thy screaming forbear, 8 I charge you disturb not my slumbering fair. 9 How lofty, sweet Afton, thy neighbouring hills, 10 Far mark'd with the courses of clear winding rills; 11 There daily I wander as noon rises high, 12 My flocks and my Mary's sweet cot in my eye. 13 How pleasant thy banks and green valleys below, 14 Where wild in the woodlands the primroses blow; 15 There oft, as mild Ev'ning sweeps over the lea, 16 The sweet-scented birk shades my Mary and me. 17 Thy crystal stream, Afton, how lovely it glides, 18 And winds by the cot where my Mary resides, 19 How wanton thy waters her snowy feet lave, 20 As gathering sweet flowrets she stems thy clear wave. 21 Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes, 22 Flow gently, sweet river, the theme of my lays; 23 My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream, 24 Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream

  2. Going For Water

    The well was dry beside the door, And so we went with pail and can Across the fields behind the house To seek the brook if still it ran; Not loth to have excuse to go, Because the autumn eve was fair (Though chill), because the fields were ours, And by the brook our woods were there. We ran as if to meet the moon That slowly dawned behind the trees, The barren boughs without the leaves, Without the birds, without the breeze. But once within the wood, we paused Like gnomes that hid us from the moon, Ready to run to hiding new With laughter when she found us soon. Each laid on other a staying hand To listen ere we dared to look, And in the hush we joined to make We heard, we knew we heard the brook. A note as from a single place, A slender tinkling fall that made Now drops that floated on the pool Like pearls, and now a silver blade.

  3. Water Picture

    In the pond in the park all things are doubled: Long buildings hang and wriggle gently. Chimneys are bent legs bouncing on clouds below. A flag wags like a fishhook down there in the sky. The arched stone bridge is an eye, with underlid in the water. In its lens dip crinkled heads with hats that don't fall off. Dogs go by, barking on their backs. A baby, taken to feed the ducks, dangles upside-down, a pink balloon for a buoy. Treetops deploy a haze of cherry bloom for roots, where birds coast belly-up in the glass bowl of a hill; from its bottom a bunch of peanut-munching children is suspended by their sneakers, waveringly. A swan, with twin necks forming the figure 3, steers between two dimpled towers doubled. Fondly hissing, she kisses herself, and all the scene is troubled: water-windows splinter, tree-limbs tangle, the bridge folds like a fan.

  4. The Boiling Water

    A serious moment for the water is when it boils And though one usually regards it merely as a convenience To have the boiling water available for bath or table Occasionally there is someone around who understands The importance of this moment for the water—maybe a saint, Maybe a poet, maybe a crazy man, or just someone temporarily disturbed With his mind 'floating'in a sense, away from his deepest Personal concerns to more 'unreal' things... A serious moment for the island is when its trees Begin to give it shade, and another is when the ocean washes Big heavy things against its side. One walks around and looks at the island But not really at it, at what is on it, and one thinks, It must be serious, even, to be this island, at all, here. Since it is lying here exposed to the whole sea. All its Moments might be serious. It is serious, in such windy weather, to be a sail Or an open window, or a feather flying in the street... Seriousness, how often I have thought of seriousness And how little I have understood it, except this: serious is urgent And it has to do with change. You say to the water, It's not necessary to boil now, and you turn it off. It stops Fidgeting. And starts to cool. You put your hand in it And say, The water isn't serious any more. It has the potential, However—that urgency to give off bubbles, to Change itself to steam. And the wind, When it becomes part of a hurricane, blowing up the beach And the sand dunes can't keep it away. Fainting is one sign of seriousness, crying is another. Shuddering all over is another one. A serious moment for the telephone is when it rings. And a person answers, it is Angelica, or is it you. A serious moment for the fly is when its wings Are moving, and a serious moment for the duck Is when it swims, when it first touches water, then spreads Its smile upon the water... A serious moment for the match is when it burst into flame... Serious for me that I met you, and serious for you That you met me, and that we do not know If we will ever be close to anyone again. Serious the recognition of the probability That we will, although time stretches terribly in between...