Wednesday, March 2, 2011

The Skaters / John Gould Fletcher

The Skaters

Black swallows swooping or gliding
In a flurry of entangled loops and curves;
The skaters skim over the frozen river.
And the grinding click of their skates as they impinge upon the surface
Is like the brushing together of thin wing-tips of silver.

John Gould Fletcher (1886-1950)
from Modern American Poetry, 1919

[Poem is in the public domain in Canada and the United States]

John Gould Fletcher biography

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