An Hour is a Sea
Between a few, and me —
With them would Harbor be —
it is a very short poem but brings me a high touch.
a sea is wide and deep and mysterious… that’s me, in one hour i can do anything especially sailing in my sea of idea and thoughts… that will separate me from others, that will differentiate from others who do different things in the same hour… that differentiate me from those who don’t do anything… that will differentiate me –a thinker or emily the poet– from anybody else
and when that one hour passes and i stop thinking, i meet them again, i do the same things as others do… as normal people–not as a poet or thinker anymore…
an hour can be a very wide see, a very deep sea that brings me away from others. and i want my one hour of sea to be the most precious and beautiful time i have in life
thanks emily 🙂
I think that she is talking about how an hour can go on forever like a vast sea, and that in turn leads to how this harbors her, and how she is commpletly okay with this fact.
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