If I Let My Language Drift Away Poem by Shalom Freedman

IF I LET MY LANGUAGE DRIFT AWAY

If I let my language drift away
And go to sea and sail into the distance
Perhaps it will reach the Happy Isles
From which Tennyson's Ulysses
Met again the great Achilles who he knew
Though I suspect
The lines I find
Will be smaller and nearer to home
The work of a would - be - adventurer
Whose only distant land lies lonely within himself
Whose poem and message means something
God must give
Or not begin to be at all.