Roman Fountain

Louise Bogan

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Up from the bronze, I saw
Water without a flaw
Rush to its rest in air,
Reach to its rest, and fall.

Bronze of the blackest shade,
An element man-made,
Shaping upright the bare
Clear gouts of water in air.

O, as with arm and hammer,
Still it is good to strive
To beat out the image whole,
To echo the shout and stammer
When full-gushed waters, alive,
Strike on the fountain's bowl
After the air of summer.

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  • JuniorArida

    Just came across this beautiful poem by Louise Bogan! 💕 I loved the line "Water without a flaw, Rush to its rest in air". It's amazing how she captures the beauty and movement of a fountain with her words. It shows that it's important to appreciate the simpler things in life. 😊