Whose waters, silly

A whole bunch of my favourite things here: sunrise, sunburst, water, clouds, a clean, fresh-looking photograph. Here's a Robert Graves poem to go with it! Rushing to pre-post this, the waters have broken!

Nature's Lineaments
Robert Graves

When mountain rocks and leafy trees
And clouds and things like these,
With edges,

Caricature the human face,
Such scribblings have no grace
Nor peace-

The bulbous nose, the sunken chin,
The ragged mouth in grin
Of cretin.

Nature is always so: you find
That all she has of mind
Is wind,

Retching among the empty spaces,
Ruffling the idiot grasses,
The sheeps' fleeces.

Whose pleasures are excreting, poking,
Havocking and sucking,
Sleepy licking.

Whose griefs are melancholy,
Whose flowers are oafish,
Whose waters, silly,
Whose birds, raffish,
Whose fish, fish.