It was a long time before I saw anything like a seashore -- even the stockyards five blocks away. But close and not a lie was the pool of blood, animal blood. I saw a long line of gulls early, taste even now their cry. But none of it is fumbled together, reflecting something singular, nor was there in any of it a crisis. 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...KEATS TO FANNY BRAWNE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS MOTHER EARTH by GEORGE SANTAYANA THE PROSPECT by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING IN A LECTURE-ROOM by ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH A MODEST WIT by SELLECK OSBORNE THE TRAMPS by ROBERT WILLIAM SERVICE |