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So I left that past
and shipped into the future
A boy born on land
with sea legs, a strange creature
Neither fish nor fowl,
yet something of each, between.
My head at the bow,
my feet at the stern, who dreamed
Whose ribs creaked and strained
to outride wind, tide and stars.
Blood of the sailor,
a part of me forever.
"Her poems give one a sense of intelligence and sensibility."
Wallace Stevens.
"Her work is clear, swift, and strong."
Mark Van Doren