In the pull of the wind I stand, lonely, <br />On the deck of a ship, rising, falling, <br />Wild night around me, wild water under me, <br />Whipped by the storm, screaming and calling. <br /> <br />Earth is hostile and the sea hostile, <br />Why do I look for a place to rest? <br />I must fight always and die fighting <br />With fear an unhealing wound in my breast.<br /><br />Sara Teasdale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/at-sea-2/
