I explain the silvered passing of a ship at night,

I explain the silvered passing of a ship at night,
The sweep of each sad lost wave,
The dwindling boom of the steel thing’s striving,
The little cry of a man to a man,
A shadow falling across the greyer night,
And the sinking of the small star;
Then the waste, the far waste of waters,
And the soft lashing of black waves
For long and in loneliness.

Remember, thou, O ship of love,
Thou leavest a far waste of waters,
And the soft lashing of black waves
For long and in loneliness.

2 Comments

  1. Peter C. Langella says:

    The utter immensity of death

  2. rcn says:

    Profound and moving, Crane expresses the mystery of love – love that does not stay – the sea that gave it passage becomes a void. Loss.

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