After there were no women, men, and children,
from the somber deeps horseshoe crabs crawled up on somber shores:
Man-of-Wars' blue sails drifted downwind
and blue filaments of some biblical cloak
floated below: the stinging filaments.
The cored of bone and rock-headed came near:
clouds made wandering shadows:
sea and grasses mingled::
There was no hell after all
but a lull before it began over::
flesh lying alone: then mating: a little spray of soul:
and the grace of waves, of stars, and remotest isles.
Source: Poetry (January 2008).
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This poem originally appeared in the January 2008 issue of Poetry magazine
Carol Frost was born in 1948 in Lowell, Massachusetts. She studied at the Sorbonne and earned degrees from the State University of Oneonta and Syracuse University. The author of numerous collections of poetry, including Honeycomb: Poems (2010), The Queen’s Desertion (2006), I Will Say Beauty (2003), Love and Scorn: New and Selected Poems (2000), and the chapbook The Salt Lesson (1976), she has received grants from the National . . .
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