WE'LL have the sun now,' <br />the quaking sea gulls said <br />'We've run the gamut of the thundering sea, <br />one by one one by one, <br />and though the wave is full of bread <br />a wing is often tendon-weary <br />of a thing so varied-vast; <br />we do our geodetic surveillance, <br />for herring are a shining thing, <br />a shape of sleek imagining, <br />a pretty circumstance. <br />The shiver of an ash leaf and of pine <br />makes other music for a day's determining, <br />even sea gulls love the shape of roses <br />ere day closes.'<br /><br />Marsden Hartley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/confidence-38/
