“To Unpathed Waters, Undreamed Shores”: My Hauling Work
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It is as if you pull upon a net
And bring up starfish—and . . . with them the stars,
The Pleiades, the seven stars — and — yet…
Far more, the planet Mars and long-lost spars
From full-sail ships forgotten long ago,
The Cutty Sarks forgotten, then with them
White orange blossoms from your boyhood glow,
All medicines as if you touch the hem
Of Christ in poetry exactly where
He, still, resides and where he brings up love
In all its sea-wide forms: you might ensnare
The ocean of the universe above.
A poem dares to hope to land these things.
A poem hopes for jewels wearing wings.
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