Philip Booth Poems
- First Lesson Lie back daughter, let your head be tipped back...
- Crossing STOP LOOK LISTEN as gate stripes swing ...
- Nightsong Beside you, Lying down at dark, My waking fits ...
- Like A Woman Like a woman I loved, I say words to the ...
- One Man's Wife Not that he promised not to windowshop, or ...
- After The Rebuilding After the rebuilding was done, and the ...
- Passage Without Rites Homing, inshore, from far ...
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Lie back daughter, let your head
be tipped back in the cup of my hand.
Gently, and I will hold you. Spread
your arms wide, lie out on the stream
and look high at the gulls. A dead-
man's float is face down. You will dive
and swim soon enough where this tidewater
ebbs to the sea. Daughter, believe
me, when you tire on the long thrash
to your island, lie up, and survive.
As you float now, where I held you
and let go, remember when fear
cramps your heart what I told you:
lie gently and wide to the light-year
stars, lie back, and the sea will hold you.