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...THE GENERAL PUBLIC by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET A POST-IMPRESSIONIST SUSURRATION FOR THE FIRST OF NOVEMBER by HAYDEN CARRUTH IMAGINARY ANCESTORS: THE GIRAFFE WOMAN OF BURMA by MADELINE DEFREES AFTERGLOW by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON FREE FANTASIA ON JAPANESE THEMES by AMY LOWELL |