Wind In Mytilene Poem by Eloise Klein Healy
Wind In Mytilene
and on the waves in turmoil
in the harbor
gulls floated
like pieces of paper
set adrift, little
boat-like birds
twirling
in the wind-tossed waves
that drove into
the strong arms of the seawall
at the apex of the bay
where a statue of Sappho stands,
young woman
with a lyre—not
looking out to sea
but glancing at the curve
of the seawall
and the birds,
those lost notes
before rain
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8/28/2026 10:02:18 PM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
Those lost notes/before rain- beautiful.10