One day I cast into the sea (But I no longer remember under what skies) As an offering unto Nonentity A little wine of a sort I prize. Who, O liquor, wished you to part? Perhaps you were an omen I could not divine: Perhaps concerned with my own heart, Thinking of blood, and pouring wine? I watched the sea resume, After a rosy spume, Its usual transparency. ... Lost the wine, drunk the waves! I saw leaping from sea-caves Figures of greatest profundity. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SOCIOLOGY OF TOYOTAS AND JADE CHRYSANTHEMUMS by HAYDEN CARRUTH ON BRODSKY'S COLLECTED by MICHAEL S. HARPER MATE (1) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON A NEW HYMN by KATHERINE MANSFIELD |