The storm came Monday night. On Wednesday we Took wreaths to the point and flung them in the sea. The sun shone, and the waves -- oh, how they sparkled! Even the gulls' shrillness seemed sweet that day. Sweet too the piquancy upon the breeze Of stranded whale, burnt oil, and ambergris. Used with the permission of Copper Canyon Press, P.O. Box 271, Port Townsend, WA 98368-0271, www.cc.press.org | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A PSALM OF TRAVEL by GEORGE SANTAYANA NIGHTINGALES by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES THE WAY TO ARCADY by HENRY CUYLER BUNNER BATTLE OF THE BALTIC by THOMAS CAMPBELL THE ROAD TO FRANCE by DANIEL MACINTYRE HENDERSON |