Land's End
Surviving in its fragile skin,
a white egret rises
from the gulf of its strength.
I want the lightest needle of a pine
to fall on my hand,
a pine with ravaged limbs.
I'd stare through salt-blind eyes
at a remote fragile sea. I'd roar.
I'd make the skeleton of grief.
I'd roar like you, unreconciled sea.
Robert Winner, "Land’s End" from The Sanity of Earth and Grass, published by Tilbury House. Copyright © 1994 by Robert Winner. Reprinted by permission of Sylvia Winner.
Source:
The Sanity of Earth and Grass
(Tilbury House, Publishers, 1994)