The salted cold does yet contain
the hottest blood, most urgent, wild:
they blow - they blow - a white, hot rain
and rock and rock at sea the child
who dreams in songs leviathan
and walks among the agonthan;
they press and press the child to act
and clasp and clutch their final tract
in hopes of passing on the hymn
that reassures the longing life:
to bridge that bridge of loving strife
from him to her and her to him,
the ceaseless flood pours without words
and - fathomless - all sporting girds.
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Star Trek: The Original Sonnets
PoetryEvery Monday at http://wondertalesprovidence.blogspot.com I post a reaction to an episode from Star Trek: The Original Series. Thematically inspired by certain episodes, some posts have verses which I have adapted into a series of Pushkin sonnets. E...
