Voyages from I to Thou.

Location: Skellig Michel, Ireland

Wednesday, January 05, 2005

Black Sea (Mark Strand)

One clear night while the others slept, I climbed
the stairs to the roof of the house and under a sky
strewn with stars I gazed at the sea, at the spread of it,
the rolling crests of it raked by the wind, becoming
like bits of lace tossed in the air. I stood in the long
whispering night, waiting for something, a sign, the approach
of a distant light, and I imagined you coming closer,
the dark waves of your hair mingling with the sea,
and the dark become desire, and desire the arriving light.
The nearness, the momentary warmth of you as I stood
on that lonely height watching the slow swells of the sea
break on the shore and turn briefly into glass and disappear ...
Why did I believe you would come out of nowhere? Why with all
that the world offers would you come only because I was here?

from The New Yorker”, 4/7/03


Blogger TheStrangeblue said...

Hi Brendan,

Is this a blog just for posting poetry? I like it. Do you know of any recordings of Mark Strand reading "Back Sea" ?


January 22, 2006 at 10:58:00 PM PST  
Blogger Jennifer said...

Haha I know its a bit late, but Josh Ritter did a concert in New York and had Mark Strand come out and read this poem. Here is a video I got. Sorry for the quality:)


March 19, 2012 at 3:24:00 PM PDT  

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