Nietzche
Bluelighter
[note: This poem was not written by me, but I sure wish it was. I was assigned to read this for a poetry class I am taking and was rather taken by the darned thing]
By Richard Snyder
She turns them over in her slow hands,
as did the sea sending them to her;
broken bits from the mazarine maze,
they are the calmes things on this sand.
The unbroken children splash and shout,
rough as surf, gay as their nesting towels.
But she plays soberly with the sea's
small change and hums back to it its slow vowels.
There, now wasn't that nice for a change. :D
By Richard Snyder
She turns them over in her slow hands,
as did the sea sending them to her;
broken bits from the mazarine maze,
they are the calmes things on this sand.
The unbroken children splash and shout,
rough as surf, gay as their nesting towels.
But she plays soberly with the sea's
small change and hums back to it its slow vowels.
There, now wasn't that nice for a change. :D
