A Channel Passage
The damned ship lurched and slithered
Quiet and quick My cold gorge rose; the long sea rolled;
I knewI must think hard of something, or be sick;
And could think hard of only one thing —
The damned ship lurched and slithered
Quiet and quick My cold gorge rose; the long sea rolled;
I knewI must think hard of something, or be sick;
And could think hard of only one thing —
Where the cedar leaf divides the sky I heard the sea
In sapphire arenas of the hills I was promised an improved infancy
Sulking, sanctioning the sun,
My memory I left in a ravine,- Casual louse that tissues the buck-wheat,
More than
More than
More than
Light light Your body is the trace of your body
Out of the bosom of the Air Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken,
Over the woodlands brown and bare, Over the harvest-fields forsaken, Silent, and soft, and slow Descends the snow
Even as our cloudy fancies take Suddenly shape i...