Sea waves are green and wet, But, up from where they die, Rise others vaster yet, And those are brown and dry. They are the sea made land, To come at the fisher town And bury in solid sand The men she could not drown. She may know cove and cape, But she does not know mankind If by any change of shape, She hopes to cut off mind. Men left her a ship to sink: They can leave her a hut as well; And be but more free to think For the one more cast off shell. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: WIDOW MCFARLANE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS MY HUT; AFTER TRAN QUANG KHAI by HAYDEN CARRUTH FOR THE INVESTITURE by CECIL DAY LEWIS SYNOPSIS OF A FAILED POEM by JAMES GALVIN |