Harriet Monroe

The Water Ouzel
 
Harriet Monroe (1860–1936)
 

 
LITTLE brown surf-bather of the mountains!
Spirit of foam, lover of cataracts, shaking your wings in falling waters!
Have you no fear of the roar and rush when Nevada plunges—
Nevada, the shapely dancer, feeling her way with slim white fingers?
How dare you dash at Yosemite the mighty— 5
Tall, white limbed Yosemite, leaping down, down over the cliff?
Is it not enough to lean on the blue air of mountains?
Is it not enough to rest with your mate at timberline, in bushes that hug the rocks?
Must you fly through mad waters where the heaped-up granite breaks them?
Must you batter your wings in the torrent? 10
Must you plunge for life and death through the foam?

1 Comment

  1. Wouter said,

    September 30, 2008 at 6:48 pm

    As the little girl played with her toy laptop. She could push the buttons and on the display it spelled “‘A”. The womans voice in the laptop said, please repeat after me: say “”A'”. The little girl said “A” and then another letter f.i. b, c, d, and so on.
    Suddenly the little girl stood up and said to the computer: “Sorry, please wait, I will be back. I have to go to the bathroom now.”
    For me, that was so nice, just that saying. I wanted to talk with the girl to know her better.

    It is a pity I can not talk wih Harriet Monroe.


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