In the first year of undergraduate school, unable to conjure the words for “homesick” and “lonely” in an unfamiliar city, I wrote ever so often about three cups of...
Sit on the porch, Normandy moors
Stretch, dream
of dried flowers with no fragrance,
did they ever bloom
in silent fields and wooded shades.
Plateau yield overgrown grass,
Stand there;...
“His ship has gone down on this occasion, as it has many times before, but he knows he will sail again and the same sea will be waiting to engulf him tomorrow.”