A Gull Goes Up
Gulls when they fly move in a liquid arc,
Still head, and wings that bend above the breast,
Gulls when they fly move in a liquid arc,
Still head, and wings that bend above the breast,
They know not how to swim, they know not how to cast nets. Pearl-fishers dive for pearls, merchants sail in their ships, while children gather pebbles and scatter them again. They seek not for hidden treasures, they know not how to cast nets.
The thing in me that is the Sea,
Intangible, untamed,
Untamed and wild,
And wild and weird and strong!”