Untitled Poem
By J.E.H. MacDonald
I go to the beautiful lake O'Hara
lying in a rainbow sleep
under the steeps of Mount Lefroy
and
the waterfalls of Oesa.
And there I realized some of the blessedness
of mortals…
I looked at the emerald
and violet of her colour. It is
emerald and malachite, and jade,
and
rainbow green, and mermaid eyes…
These are some of the people
who stand about Lake O'Hara:
Lefroy, Victoria, Huber
Wiwaxy,
Cathedral, Odaray…
I have memories
of the clearest crystal
mountain days imaginable,
when we fortunates in
the height
seemed to be sky people
living in light alone…
