A strip of earth, a patch of sky, The glory of the sea, A myrtle thicket on the dune, A lone palmetto tree; Beyond the bar a passing sail That travels silently. I dwell where blushing maples burn Beyond the crystal gale; My only gulls are whip-poor-wills, A rock my only whale. Why then are myrtles in my soul, And in my heart a sail? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE BEING AS MOMENT by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE MOUNTAIN by HAYDEN CARRUTH PROVING by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO HENRY LINCOLN JOHNSON - LAWYER by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON WHEN I RISE UP by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE BEAST OF BURDEN by MARIANNE MOORE ABU SALAMMAMM - A SONG OF EMPIRE by EZRA POUND HYBRIDS OF WAR: A MORALITY POEM: 4. THE MORAL by KAREN SWENSON |