Okay, so, I might have (might have) chosen this poems because there's a Mumford & Sons song with this title, and it happens to be very good.
After The Storm
There are so many islands!
As many islands as the stars at night
on that branched tree from which meteors are shaken
like falling fruit around the schooner Flight.
But things must fall,and so it always was,
on one hand Venus,on the other Mars;
fall,and are one,just as this earth is one
island in archipelagoes of stars.
My first friend was the sea.Now,is my last.
I stop talking now.I work,then I read,
cotching under a lantern hooked to the mast.
I try to forget what happiness was,
and when that don't work,I study the stars.
Sometimes is just me,and the soft-scissored foam
as the deck turn white and the moon open
a cloud like a door,and the light over me
is a road in white moonlight taking me home.
Shabine sang to you from the depths of the sea.
by Derek Walcott
I'm liking the irrational similes, and the rythm.
I want to try out something, though, for the sake of the blog post. Everybody has personal interpretations to verse, what is yours on this one? Comment away!