In the pull of the wind I stand, lonely,
On the deck of a ship, rising, falling,
Wild night around me, wild water under me,
Whipped by the storm, screaming and calling.
Earth is hostile and the sea hostile,
Why do I look for a place to rest?
I must fight always and die fighting
With fear an unhealing wound in my breast.
At Sea
Sara Teasdale
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Poem topics: fear, lonely, night, sea, water, wind, earth, fight, place, storm, stand, wild, hostile, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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