I am the family face; Flesh perishes, I live on, Projecting trait and trace Through time to times anon, And leaping from place to place Over oblivion. Thomas Hardy
The seas are wild tonight
As I write, far from any coast;
Speckled with salty brine and afraid,
I spy in the broken mirror
The broken boy who follows me
Following me.
Down dale, up tree, crawling all over me:
Still, the ghost of my brother
Stands next to me,
Leaning forward to see
The ghost of my son
Spinning and laughing all around me.
Beneath
The sea
Beneath
This star-cluttered sky
We were together:
Only yesterday, we laughed:
Young, careless, free:
Like the ice-maidens in the wilderness
Like the dolphins in the sea
Love and only love
the remedy for you and me.
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