“Where the sea moves the word moves . . .”
- James Wright, “The Morality of Poetry”
It was. Probably Panama, perhaps Brazil.
What I still know now, and then, for certain
Was that my life had washed up there,
Lost and foundering on an empty beach.
I remember dreck and wrack half-buried
Where I walked alone after years of drifting,
Nearly drowning . . . how I lifted my arms
And knew I held there all that I had saved
From all I ever had, how the sand sifted
Though my fisted fingers and slipped away.
How the sea rolled in, rose up in a word
That for one moment sounded like hope;
How it fell, fell silent, and took it away.
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Written on 2011-02-11 at 18:45
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- James Wright, “The Morality of Poetry”
The Word
Too long ago now to remember just whereIt was. Probably Panama, perhaps Brazil.
What I still know now, and then, for certain
Was that my life had washed up there,
Lost and foundering on an empty beach.
I remember dreck and wrack half-buried
Where I walked alone after years of drifting,
Nearly drowning . . . how I lifted my arms
And knew I held there all that I had saved
From all I ever had, how the sand sifted
Though my fisted fingers and slipped away.
How the sea rolled in, rose up in a word
That for one moment sounded like hope;
How it fell, fell silent, and took it away.
Poetry by countryfog
Read 360 times
Written on 2011-02-11 at 18:45
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