Monster in the closet
I sat in my closet
drawing ships
going to Jamaica.
Late at night
I had a copy
of my mind.
Poemas sobre el tema: ship
Poemas sobre el tema «ship» en Poets.by.
Arbitration
Water to the ship, we met
the owners—we
brothers in the company—
and all our guns
were open
to revenge.
Getaway
I went by water to my father’s country,
crew buttery as lard, paper ship
to transport me and my tired work.
Birth Song
In the year of the ninth moon's passage
when the cradle was full of love
of the flood of eyes of the big rock's kick
and love cut open
wrecked distances
And time / was it?/ a still breath's bundle
stood on head in the air by the heels
and squealed in a clenched-fisted silence
at the sea and the ship's bottom fallen
and the milk rock pendulum of a breast fed it breath
and keels of the closed-in rocked-in stockinged sea
made a lap the world --
bounced you on pigeon-toed columns of feedings
what happening-to-life your selflessness
to self-possession would dispossess the same questioning
you in your time it knocks
* * *
The shape of his
head is not the shape
of the world. It satisfies itself
there.
Have some grapes. Two
breasts. Breathing behind them. Ships
just back out. He makes
the round in his head.
Deliverance
On a grey day by a grey sea
As the tide flees this steady shore,
Two children —
altogether mindless of Monday
and the grim anguish of their parents,
Greet white-capped waves with ecstasy
And far away, a three-sailed bark,
Poised on the edge of sky and sea
Slips silent into mystery.
Who stands before the mast?
Is it the shadow of the man?
Or does this brim-full heart,
holding his hand,
Chart a sure course by some forgotten star
To bring him home again?
Sea Tranquility
A captain with no ship,
is what I’ve become.
The past is the past,
it can’t be undone.
I ask very much,
from my new crew.
But expect nothing,
that I wouldn’t do too.
The seas will be rough,
you need ability.
But just beyond,
is the Sea of Tranquility.
Twilight
A little while ago that sky was gold,
And green that hill,
And blue the white-capped sea,
And I stood watching through these vines a ship
That moved, hull down, beyond,
Beneath the point.
I wonder now, before the stars are out
And long black clouds have filled the sunset sky,
Will I remember this at midnight hour:
How much I longed to be aboard that ship!
New Found Land
Whiteness enough off that coast to last a summer,
with chunks sized to drift among swells
like lost boats rising bottoms up to glimmer,
then dropping from a coastal watcher's view
halfway from here to wherever it is sky
comes down to touch water, blue on blue,
or even larger continents of white
shot through with green, shouldering breakers
with unhurried calm, things for night
to break on, or even day. You and I,
not having seen such before, go out
to frame each other with one in a camera's eye
and watch a schooner nosing among bays
scalloped along fringes of the beast.
The little ship goes near, but turns away
over and over to run, a cur who knows how strong
His Dream
I swayed upon the gaudy stern
The butt end of a steering oar,
And everywhere that I could turn
Men ran upon the shore.
And though I would have hushed the crowd
There was no mother's son but said,
'What is the figure in a shroud
Upon a gaudy bed?'
And fishes bubbling to the brim
Cried out upon that thing beneath,
--It had such dignity of limb--
By the sweet name of Death.
Though I'd my finger on my lip,
What could I but take up the song?
And fish and crowd and gaudy ship
Cried out the whole night long,
Songs of Fairly Utter Despair II
I want to take a ship and go
Abroad, but where I do not know:
It isn't Paris, London, Rome,
Nagasaki, Naples, Nome,
Honolulu, Teheran,
Servia or Afghanistan;
And yet I want to take a ship
And give the place I'm in the slip —
Lord, tell me where I want to go;
Give a man a decent show!
Sailing of the Glory
Merrily shouted all the sailors
As they left the town behind;
Merrily shouted they and gladdened
At the slip-slap of the wind.
But envious were those faint home-keepers,
Faint land-lovers, as they saw
How the Glory dipped and staggered--
Envying saw
Pass the ship while all her sailors
Merrily shouted.
Far and far on eastern waters
Sailed the ship and yet sailed on,
While the townsmen, faint land-lovers,
Thought, "How long is't now she's gone?
Now, maybe, Bombay she touches,
Now strange craft about her throng";