Egrets Comments

nothing moved but thirty egrets wading - thirty egrets in a quiet evening. /// Thirty egrets were wading on the viscous substance of life; now all thought white plumage the life is; quiet surroundings; every time it seems it's evening, the time of setting down sun of life; no rising source there is in life; what a loneliness thrilling the around without beloved one the traveling path was; now darkness is impending//

A quiet evening with nature! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

'I watched in silence, till my heart was full of clear dark water, and white trees unmoving, and, whiter yet, those thirty egrets wading.' - Oh what a beautiful imagery! Loved the poem entierly. Heartiest congratulations on the poem’s selection as the ‘Modern Poem of the Day’!

And nothing moved but thirty egrets wading - thirty egrets in a quiet evening