Am meisten gelesen ▸
When Baba Dives
The waters seem to rise
To meet that little sprawl,
That splash of resolution,
Of joyous legs and arms:
The waters catch and play with her.
From out the foam a face blooms,
Pink and wet —
Bud of my heart! —
And there floats to me.
Widening,
The ripples of her smile!