The Swimmer
The reach of peace, the sky, the pines,
Leave me no more perplexed,
In which a memory divines
That bodies, buried, yet arise
Across the reach of all the skies,
Unburied and unvexed.
As arisen are the grass, the pines.
In upward-grown, delighted lines —
As a swimmer with one wave declines
And rises with the next.
Credit
From A Canticle of Pan and Other Poems (Alfred A. Knopf, 1920) by Witter Bynner. Copyright © 1920 by Alfred A. Knopf. This poem is in the public domain.
Date Published
01/01/1920