Saturday, November 21, 2009

"Taste of salt on my fingers..."

Taste of salt on my fingers,
that’s how
I like it:
the line of sea rising
above the dark-green pine,
the sea meeting
the horizon,
so always the eyes are lifted higher,
the pulse buoyed upward
with them
So it
should be for us all—

From "Sea-Map" by Hilda Morley. Read the complete poem and see it in its proper shape here.

Ins Meer Schreitende, Ernst Ludwig Kirchner, 1912


chayaruchama said...


BitterGrace said...

Did you read the rest of the poem, Chaya? It's wonderful...

chayaruchama said...

I did !