calmness <br />dawns <br />fed by war <br />terror <br />crocodile <br />infested river <br />so peaceful <br />after the <br />dismemberment <br />of an ill-fated calf <br />satiated nerves <br />calmness <br />in the creatures <br />of terror <br />with jaws and cannines <br />that could tear <br />a lion to shreds <br />in minutes <br />nothing interests them now <br />except <br />the quiet noon slumber <br />the haughty <br />teenager <br />after the fierce beating <br />and repentance <br />incommunicado <br />for weeks <br />as he self reflects <br />calm as the lake <br />only the breeze <br />and the moving clouds <br />to show life <br />the world <br />immediately <br />after the second world war <br />a longed for calmness <br />claimed by a heart <br />drawn out <br />by endless <br />animosity, suspicion <br />blood and tears <br /> <br />inspired by <br /> <br />'Calm is all Nature as a Resting Wheel.' <br />Calm is all nature as a resting wheel. <br />The kine are couched upon the dewy grass; <br />The horse alone, seen dimly as I pass, <br />Is cropping audibly his later meal: <br />Dark is the ground; a slumber seems to steal <br />O'er vale, and mountain, and the starless sky. <br />Now, in this blank of things, a harmony, <br />Home-felt, and home-created, comes to heal <br />That grief for which the senses still supply <br />Fresh food; for only then, when memory <br />Is hushed, am I at rest. My Friends! restrain <br />Those busy cares that would allay my pain; <br />Oh! leave me to myself, nor let me feel <br />The officious touch that makes me droop again. <br /> <br />William Wordsworth<br /><br />john tiong chunghoo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/calm-is-all-nature-as-a-resting-wheel-3/
