Helping her with her knots, I spread my sails in her storm, put up the clamp, put up my mast, the clamp on it. I put down her lines, keeping my trust in them -- in the storm before dark. We anchor and watch our different ropes move back toward our last turn in the water. We time them together against the breakers. 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...OBERON'S FEAST by ROBERT HERRICK BALLAD: TIME OF ROSES by THOMAS HOOD THE HEART OF A WOMAN by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE WAY THROUGH THE WOODS by RUDYARD KIPLING THE PALACE by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 9 by THOMAS CAMPION TRUCE IN LOVE ENTREATED by THOMAS CAREW TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 1 by EDWARD CARPENTER TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 3. THE GREAT LEADER by EDWARD CARPENTER |