This poem is taken from PN Review 85, Volume 18 Number 5, May - June 1992.
Four PoemsTwo PoemS for John Cole, 1910-1991
DINGHY
Though you won't feel again
the jib sheet
scalding your hand, or coil
it again
around the cleat,
or be able to read
from the shiver
of a sail
the precise crisis -
timing the rudder,
coming about,
reaching at high tilt,
hauled tight
against the slapping river -
your discontinuedness
is not yet felt.
All around you
...
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