@3For my mentor, long dead, Richard Halliburton and his Seven League Boots@1. Today was the coldest day in the history of the Midwest. Thank god for the moon in this terrible storm. There are areas far out at sea where it rains a great deal. Camus said it rained so hard even the sea was wet. O god all our continents are only rifted magma welled up from below. We don't have a solid place to stand. A little bullshit here as the Nile is purportedly eighty miles longer than the Amazon. I proclaim it a tie. Pay out your 125 bucks and find out the world isn't what you think it is but what it is. We whirl so nothing falls off. Eels, polar bears, bugs and men enjoy the maker's design. No one really leaves this place. O loveliness of Caribbean sun off water under trade wind's lilt. Meanwhile the weather is no longer amusing. Earth frightens me, the blizzard, house's shudder, oceanic roar, the brittle night that might leave so many dead. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 74 by PHILIP SIDNEY MY MOTHER by FLORENCE R. ANDREWS ANNUNCIATIO B.V. by JOSEPH BEAUMONT A WASTED MORNING by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN THE SHEPHERD'S PIPE: FOURTH ECLOGUE. TO MR. THOMAS MANWOOD by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) BANKING UP VERMONT HOUSES by DANIEL LEAVENS CADY |