Open Sea
A sitting day
at the sea,
that sudden country.
The business
of sea is absence,
home to prayers.
Poems on the topic: sea
Poems on the topic “sea” on Poets.by.
Pinnipedestrian
Kin to the seal,
I walk beyond the version
of the sea I am.
Time Traveller
Now an old
consumptive man,
cold, kept to my bed
and overtaking
the sea in sleep,
I wake to
the first night
I lay with my wife.
Sound of the Sea
My brother the sea,
who lay so late awake,
I find by his voice.
His only child died
last night at home.
Against Nature
All the assistance I could expect:
the sound of an evening,
a large desire for
my old friend, the world.
Nature is the first lie
since coming from sea.
Poison Pen
I write letters to some other sea,
who lay long in bed—
one formerly and now again
to be employed as the sea—
about the admiral, an old hypocrite.
Castaway
When a land is new
every man goes
as if at dinner.
Cast up
I believe no sea
besides the ship’s.
Shore Leave
A day bright as silver,
the women in black like boats
swimming in the sea.
On shore, I walk like a captain:
I roll, not able to stand.
Tastes Like Chicken
A great hen, very angry, began
to pull down the dove and the lark,
a pretty dish.
The mouth dropped thirty guns
in a high debate with the sea.
It blew hard. The great fowl’s
mother was put to bed.
Dreaming in Church
At sermon, I doze.
I remember a large man of small mien
who told me my convulsions gave
great contentment to the Lord.
I look over my accounts
and find a sea in my purse.
On the Contrary
The land troubles me,
and I am against the sea.
I cry out at the sight of a ship,
and hear bullets go hissing overhead
in a transport of joy.
I perceive unknown letters
in familiar words.
Strange things please me.
I put great confidence in the thoughts
of a thick-skulled fool.
Ordinary business must be
not served but feared.
Paradoxen
I had in my cabin
that dun cow, paradox:
that the sea was good at ninepins.
That we hear for our instruments—
locks singing to the blacksmith.
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