Thoughts
My thoughts keep going far away
Into another country under a different sky:
My thoughts are sea-foam and sand;
They are apple-petals fluttering.
Poem-Sketch in Three Parts
(Made for the picture on the jacket of the
Norwegian book, The Great Hunger, by Johan Bojer)
I The Rolling in of the Wave
It was night when the sky was dark blue
And the water came in with a wavy look
Like a spider’s web.
The point of the slope came down to the water’s edge;
It was green with a fairy ring of forget-me-not and fern.
The white foam licked the side of the slope
As it came up and bent backward;
It curled up like a beautiful cinder-tree
Bending in the wind.