Frederick Philip Grove
The Sonnet
(MP 6)

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e-Edition by Gaby Divay
© August 2007

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The Sonnet[30] by Frederick Philip Grove Sparkling lies here this[31] pool of brine entrapped By beetling rocks along a[32] curving shore. There rolls the sea with never-ceasing roar, Its far flung[33] waves with foam and anger capped. We stand perchance and shudder, all enwrapped In fear and longing: longing to explore The seething deep, on groping waves to soar -- And fearing to subside on paths unmapped. And, as we look, perchance our eye again Sinks to the sunlit pool entrapped by rocks Where little ripples mock the mighty wave. Oh pool! True daughter of the writhing main! Life[34] hits the shore of time with numbing shocks -- Thou smilest, responsive, in thy rocky cave. Miscellaneous Poems 6