I know only the bare rocks of today. In these lies my brown sea-weed, -- green quartz veins bent through the wet shale; in these lie my pools left by the tide -- quiet, forgetting waves; on these stiffen white star fish on these I slip barefooted! Whispers of the fishy air touch my body; "Sisters," I say to them. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO SIR HENRY WOTTON (1) by JOHN DONNE THE TWELVE-FORTY-FIVE (FOR EDWARD J. WHEELER) by ALFRED JOYCE KILMER SHAMEFUL DEATH by WILLIAM MORRIS (1834-1896) GOD SAVE THE NATION! by THEODORE TILTON IF ONLY THOU ART TRUE by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |