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 it was, we laughed

Young, careless, free:

Like the ice-maidens in the wilderness

Like the dolphins in the sea

 

For love and only love

Can reconcile me.