27 February 2012

The Open Boat

The Open Boat (Crane and Norton) 2/27

None knew the color of the sky

A Soldier of the Legion lay dying in Algiers

Their eyes glanced level, were fastened upon the waves

There was lack of woman's nursing, there was dearth of woman's tears

These waves were the hue of slate, the tops were foaming white, all knew the colors of the sea

But a comrade stood beside him, and he took that comrade's hand

The horizon narrowed and widened, dipped and rose, at all times its edge was jagged with waves that thrust up in points like rocks

And he said, 'I nevermore shall see my own, my native land'