Philip Gross

(1952 / Delabole / Uk)

The Boat Made of Poems

sings and hums and talks and whispers to itself.
It never sleeps.
It groans, it shudders to the rhythm of the waves.
Its timbers creak
in the language of every port it has put into -
the backchat, the patois,
the babble, the Babel, the smuggled rich lingo
of each dockside bar.
But hush: don't tell the captain or the bosun

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