The storm came Monday night. On Wednesday we Took wreaths to the point and flung them in the sea. The sun shone, and the waves -- oh, how they sparkled! Even the gulls' shrillness seemed sweet that day. Sweet too the piquancy upon the breeze Of stranded whale, burnt oil, and ambergris. Used with the permission of Copper Canyon Press, P.O. Box 271, Port Townsend, WA 98368-0271, www.cc.press.org | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BLIND by EDGAR LEE MASTERS EPISTLE TO ROBERT, EARL OF OXFORD, AND EARL MORTIMER by ALEXANDER POPE THE WANDERING JEW by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE COW by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 130 by ALFRED TENNYSON A DIGIT OF THE MOON by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |