posts tagged "poets"
this poem was written by a sailor and i am on the ocean while writing this
this poem will be read on every boat in america.
my poetry soars over the sea like a gigantic bald eagle
actually, i am in my boat now.
it is gigantic
when i am dead, ten thousand sailors will read my poetry
Elizabeth Bishop reading ‘At the Fishhouses’. From poetryfoundation.org.
It is like what we imagine knowledge to be:
dark, salt, clear, moving, utterly free,
drawn from the cold hard mouth
of the world, derived from the rocky breasts
forever, flowing and drawn, and since
our knowledge is historical, flowing, and flown.
What need of a lamp
when day lightens us,
what need to blind love
when love stands
with such radiant wings
What need -
yet to sing love,
love must first shatter us.
- H.D., from the Sappho