31 January 2010

SUNDAY POETRY: "FLYING FISH"























  Sunday: The day to indulge a poetry addiction.


Flying Fish
by Carl Sandburg

I have lived in many half-worlds myself... and so I know you.

I leaned at a deck rail watching a monotonous sea, the same circling birds and the same plunge of furrows carved by the plowing keel.

I leaned so... and you fluttered struggling between two waves in the air now... and then under the water and out again... a fish... a bird... a fin thing... a wing thing.

Child of water, child of air, fin thing and wing thing... I have lived in many half-worlds myself... and so I know you.


Photograph of a flying gurnard by Elaine Duigenan
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