The Sea called -- I lay on the rocks and said: "I am come." She mocked and showed her teeth, Stretching out her long green arms. "Go away!" she thundered. "Then tell me what I am to do," I begged. "If I leave you, you will not be silent, But cry my name in the cities And wistfully entreat me in the plains and forests; All else I forsake to come to you -- what must I do?" "Never have I uttered your name," snarled the Sea. "There is no more of me in your body Than the little salt tears you are frightened of shedding. What can you know of my love on your brown rock pillow.... Come closer." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...UNTITLED, 1968; FOR MARK ROTHKO by JAMES GALVIN THE SEMANTICS OF FLOWERS ON MEMORIAL DAY by BOB HICOK IN QUEST by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE BLACK MAMMY by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE GARDEN OF ADONIS by EMMA LAZARUS TO HELEN KELLER - HUMANITARIAN, SOCIAL DEMOCRAT, GREAT SOUL by EDWIN MARKHAM HOMAGE TO SEXTUS PROPERTIUS: 4. DIFFERENCE OF OPINION WITH LYGDAMUS by EZRA POUND |