There are so many islands!
As many islands as the stars at night
on that branched tree from which meteors are shaken
like falling fruit around the schooner Flight.
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There are so many islands! As many islands as the stars at night on that branched tree from which meteors are shaken like falling fruit around the schooner Flight. The island and the stars and the poet who lies on the island and watches the stars in the firmament. tony
My first friend was the sea.Now, is my last. I stop talking now.I work, then I read, cotching under a lantern hooked to the mast. a very good poem. tony
we can learn , from the great poems every day. thanks for sharing.
Beautifully crafted poem with great imagery.