The Fish Fly Poem by Zyw Zywa

The Fish Fly



The great sea
foams impetuously
The ships are struggling

through, dive up
from the waves, again and again
on their way to the port

that tames the wild water
The fish fly
out of the hands of the skippers
quickly ashore, to high piles

under the brown-red sky
of the setting sun
and the ships leap up

On the dark horizon
the sea is dreaming restlessly
in a night without time

Friday, November 26, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: sea
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
'Okna podle Marca Chagalla' ('Windows after Marc Chagall',1976, Petr Eben) , with: Zebulon, the red window (1961, Marc Chagall) --- Performed in the Organpark on April 5th,2014 --- Collection 'org anp ark #71
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