PORT AFTER STORMY SEAS
A Xanadu poem
“Sleep after toil, port after stormy seas,
Ease after war, death after life does greatly please.”
— Edmund Spenser, The Faerie Queene (1590)
Hear the song of the sea: Sadsaken Sea.
It’s the last time you will ever hear it.
But do not ask, Is this the end of me?
This is your beginning. Do not fear it.
Last year’s sea is a dead sea. It now roars
like a paper tiger in an old book
of forgotten jungles. New doors
open. Out of the windows, new eyes look.
Where then, my love, will I see you again
now that you are lost to me? What can I
reasonably hope for now that you are gone?
I long for heaven . . . for Eternity.
Goodbye, my precious love, my lost and gone.
I have your picture now to gaze upon.