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Norseman's Wife

NORSEMAN’S WIFE Mist holds the river in grey wreaths soft, Longboat grounded and men wade. Into the dull white nothing aloft Half the sail starts to fade. Whales blow in the misty swells Grey and enormous they dive and sing. O, for a hilly flood of bluebells And a wife’s hair soft in the spring. As she works with the sheep And the lambs just new, She gazes out to the deep, Singing softly into the morning blue.

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Date: 4/6/2017 7:58:00 PM
i can smell the see and feel the mist, sidney! very evocative (if that's a word)...
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Sidney Beck
Date: 4/9/2017 6:19:00 AM
Ilene, Thanks for enjoying my doggerel.it's interesting that you "smell" the sea.in all my poems about the sea I would rarely refer to the saltiness in the air, but (as in this poem) to the cold whiteness of the surroundings and the notion of being lost or disappearing in the mist(contrasted with the vivid memory of the wife).I guess all readers have a highly personal engagement withthe words.best wishes as usual
Date: 4/6/2017 7:58:00 PM
i meant the "sea," not "see..." (sorry!)
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