Waters by Donald Hall
I was reminiscing about O Cheese with my aunt yesterday so I thought I’d post another poem by Donald Hall.
Waters
By Donald Hall
A rock drops in a bucket;
quick fierce
waves exhaust themselves
against the tin circle.
A rock in a pool;
a fast
splash, and ripples move out
interrupted by weeds.
The lake enormous and calm;
a stone falls;
for an hour the surface
moves, holding to itself the frail
shudders of its skin. Stones
on the dark bottom
make the lake calm,
the life worth living.
