Poem for the Day Dream after dream I see the wrecks that lie - TopicsExpress



          

Poem for the Day Dream after dream I see the wrecks that lie Unknown of man, unmarked upon the charts, Known of the flat-fish with the withered eye, And seen by women in their aching hearts. World-wide the scattering is of those fair ships That trod the billow tops till out of sight: The cuttle mumbles them with horny lips, The shells of the sea-insects crush them white. In silence and in dimness and in greenness Among the indistinct and leathery leaves Of fruitless life they lie among the cleanness. Fish glide and flit, slow under-movement heaves; But no sound penetrates, not even the lunge Of live ships passing , nor the gannet’s plunge. Posted John Masefield
Posted on: Thu, 16 Oct 2014 08:16:09 +0000

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