Greenish black water, sinister pain
Tossing into ever-lost forms,
Heaves against the side of this ferry-boat.
Sibilant laces of sound
Break into white upon the dark water
And are whisked away.
The pain of all drowned men
Could not equal the intensity
With which the water reels out to the sky
And often, with a psychic mania,
Defies the unsuspecting push of winds.
Only sailors with the eyes of poets
Know that placid and wild water
Are alike, are veiled and open
Revolts against an earth which will not dream.