It was a long time before I saw anything like a seashore -- even the stockyards five blocks away. But close and not a lie was the pool of blood, animal blood. I saw a long line of gulls early, taste even now their cry. But none of it is fumbled together, reflecting something singular, nor was there in any of it a crisis. 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...A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 8 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN GENERAL WILLIAM BOOTH ENTERS INTO HEAVEN by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY A GLEAM OF SUNSHINE by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW WAYCONNELL TOWER by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM TRISTRAM AND ISEULT by MATTHEW ARNOLD EPIGRAM by DECIMUS MAGNUS AUSONIUS COMPLAINS, BEING HIND'RED THE SIGHT OF HIS NYMPH by PHILIP AYRES |