by Malcolm Lowry

Malcolm Lowry

Blue mountains with snow and blue cold rough water,
A wild sky full of stars at rising
And Venus and the gibbous moon at sunrise,
Gulls following a motorboat against the wind,
Trees with branches rooted in air –
Sitting in the sun at noon with the furiously
Smoking shadow of the shack chimney –
Eagles drive downwind in one,
Terns blow backward,
A new kind of tobacco at eleven,
And my love returning on the four o'clock bus –
My God, why have you given this to us?

Last updated September 29, 2022