The Loveliness Of Water: Gerald Bullett


Nothing is lovelier than moving water,
The diamond element, innumerable jewel,
Brittle and splintering under the sharp sun,
Yet softer than doves’ feathers, and more smooth
Than down of swan.

Nothing is lovelier than water lying still,
When the Moon takes that stillness for her glass.

Gerald Bullett 1893-1958

Poems in Pencil, 1937

The image is copyright: Kuttelvaserova Stuchelova via Shutterstock

About layanglicana

Author of books on Calcutta, Delhi and Dar es Salaam, I am now blogging as a lay person about the Church of England and the Anglican Communion. I am also blogging about the effects of World War One on the village of St Mary Bourne, Hampshire.
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