A poem by Alan Dugan
Who knows whether the sea heals or corrodes?
The wading, wintered pack-beasts of the feet
slough off, in spring, the dead rind of the shoes’
leather detention, the big toe’s yellow horn
shines with a natural polish, and the whole
person seems to profit. The opposite appears
when dead sharks wash up along the beach
for no known reason. What is more built
for winning than the swept-back teeth,
water-finished fins, and pure bad eyes
these old, efficient forms of appetite
are dressed in? Yet it looks as if the sea
digested what it wished of them with viral ease
and threw up what was left to stink and dry.
If this shows how the sea approaches life
in its propensity to feed as animal entire,
then sharks are comforts, feet are terrified,
but they vacation in the mystery and why not?
Who knows whether the sea heals or corrodes?:
what the sun burns up of it, the moon puts back.
A few random poems:
- Behind a Wall poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- To A Friend Who Sent Me Some Roses poem – John Keats poems
- Rain by Reena Ribalow
- Robert Burns: A Tippling Ballad: On the Duke of Brunswick’s Breaking up his Camp, and the defeat of the Austrians, by Dumourier, November 1792.
- Sonnet CX by William Shakespeare
- The Sleepers by Walt Whitman
- The Weepen Leady by William Barnes
- He That Loves A Rosy Cheek by Thomas Carew
- Владимир Маяковский – Ты хочешь освободиться от тяжести войны?.. (РОСТА №523)
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- Memorials Of A Tour In Scotland, by William Wordsworth
- Sonnet LIV by William Shakespeare
- An Epitaph 3 (From The Greek) by William Cowper
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- Poem Reaching For Something by Quincy Troupe
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Bat’s Poetry Page – more poetry by Fledermaus
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Poems in English
- Leto and Niobe by Sappho
- It’s no use by Sappho
- It was you, Atthis, who said by Sappho
- It is the Muses by Sappho
- It is the Muses by Sappho
- I took my lyre and said by Sappho
- I have no complaint by Sappho
- Hymn To Aphrodite by Sappho
- Hesperus The Bringer by Sappho
- He is more than a hero by Sappho
- He is more than a hero by Sappho
- Grace by Sappho
- Like the gods. . . by Sappho
- To A Girl In A Garden by Sappho
- Evening by Sappho
- Drapple-thorned Aphrodite, by Sappho
- Dica by Sappho
- Cyprian, in my dream by Sappho
- Claïs by Sappho
- Blame Aphrodite by Sappho
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Alan Dugan (1923 – 2003) an American poet, a contemporary classic of American poetry.