The Glass Bubbles by Samuel Bernard Greenberg

The motion of gathering loops of water
Must either burst or remain in a moment.
The violet colors through the glass
Throw up little swellings that appear
And spatter as soon as another strikes
And is born; so pure are they of colored
Hues, that we feel the absent strength
Of its power. When they begin they gather
Like sand on the beach: each bubble
Contains a complete eye of water.

From: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/55891/the-glass-bubbles

Date: ?1917

By: Samuel Bernard Greenberg (1893-1917)

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