This poem is taken from PN Review 174, Volume 33 Number 4, March - April 2007.
The Seafarerfor Derek Britton
| Truth? I can seal it
tell its stories: I owned often, how I've borne both known sorrow's surges wave-roiling terror - the narrow night-watch as the cliffs unsteadied. my feet fettered, clamped, ice-locked, though hot round the heart, at the spirit's tiredness. those day-dawdlers how I lived winter, ... The page you have requested is restricted to subscribers only. Please enter your username and password and click on 'Continue'.
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