Today's poem is by Ann Snodgrass
Gloucester
This seascape's now more cataract
of tired eyesswept as it was by
too many winds, too many clouds
that are no longer.Sails rise, fail.
It's time, then, for the children
to take over. Strange how they
just can't lie.We, on the other hand, who came
here to forget, watch nameless
seabirds divesoar
dive, finding nothing.Sails rise once again, fail.
It's certain then: anyone
could see that a child
would draw meeven my ownas an outline.
Copyright © 2008 Ann Snodgrass All rights reserved
from The Literary Review
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