To read again
And nothing stirs
But Spot down
At my feet.
It's late and still
This racking cough.
The lights now
Spot our street.
But I am gone
No patient I
But crew-man
Out to sea
With Silver slick
And 'Jim-me-boy'
And paradise for free.
And jungle trails
And buried loot
As blood boils
Maddeningly.
Now 'look alive'
And 'trim the sheets'
And 'tow your line
Old chaps'.
A bed my sloop
A night sky thrills
A dog first-mate perhaps.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A dog first-mate, night sky thrills. good poem.