Seascape (1888) Van Gogh
Quick and slow, pulsed to jibe and rudder
Late dancing in the luminous waves
The boats angle the cresting froth tops
Sails arched, full burst in the briny
Air paces vastly to horizon’s rim
The hazing glow of sky to sea
They bob and streak, the prows steadfastness
Each sailor guides to the compass, knowing
The importance of destination
Copyright © R D | Year Posted 2009
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