In A Boat

The Saddest Boat - Guantanamo Bay, Cuba – Old boats and rafts sit on display at the Lighthouse museum. The worn and dilapidated boats and rafts were once used by Cuban and Haitian refugees to come to Guantanamo Bay. JTF Guantanamo photo by Army Sgt. Jody Metzger. Nov. 11, 2007.

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In A Boat

SEE the stars, love,
In the water much clearer and brighter
Than those above us, and whiter,
Like nenuphars.

Star-shadows shine, love,
How many stars in your bowl?
How many shadows in your soul,
Only mine, love, mine?

When I move the oars, love,
See how the stars are tossed,
Distorted, the brightest lost.
--So that bright one of yours, love.

The poor waters spill
The stars, waters broken, forsaken.
--The heavens are not shaken, you say, love,
Its stars stand still.

There, did you see
That spark fly up at us; even
Stars are not safe in heaven.
--What of yours, then, love, yours?

What then, love, if soon
Your light be tossed over a wave?
Will you count the darkness a grave,
And swoon, love, swoon?

-- D. H. Lawrence