The Whale's Song

it is addressed thusly:
An ode.
it reads:
Deep inside, the perpetual wave
Sounds around us, a seeping wall
And still we wonder through it all
Are we where no man may save
Wave under wave, in the great deep
Where all oldest secrets sleep?
But we are comforted by its roar;
A torrent of pressing deep against
A womb of earth; an eyelike fence
Of the clouds weeping evermore
Cloud under cloud, call to rest
Without a snore the waking best;
And we dream a dream of blue
Azure which has dim indigo
Held within, and melancholy go
To the heart of azure's deepest hue
To the sea then, grave under grave
Deep inside the perpetual wave.

1 comment:

  1. Dr. Zoom09:25

    What poet lost in metaphors makes all vision blurred, as if such a seeing could in and of itself deliver a more profound, more strangely etched reality, that so in seeing the viewer falls from his revelry into life? Dr. Z


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