Tuesday, November 22, 2016

A CALM
George Santayana 1863-1952

When the towering heights of the middle heavens
Deep down in the ocean appear,
How pleasant to see the great summer clouds
Reflect in the water so clear.

There are trees above,
There are trees below,
Huge rocks and sloping hills;
And another Sun with its mellow glow
The pictured landscape fills.

The deep, silent mountains beneath the calm wave
Uphold their companions above.
Until hurrying winds from the breezy west
Sky, mountains, and landscape remove.

POETRY _ A PERSONAL CHOICE 
COMES TO AN END ON THURSDAY AND A NEW BLOG WILL BEGIN ON FRIDAY.
POETRY TO PLEASE
WILL CONTAIN 4/5 POEMS AND WILL BE UPDATED EVERY WEEKEND
http://poetrytoplease.blogspot.com

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