The Poetry Corner

The Poet

By Abram Joseph Ryan

The Poet is the loneliest man that lives; Ah me! God makes him so -- The sea hath its ebb and flow, He sings his songs -- but yet he only gives In the waves of the words of his art Only the ~foam~ of his heart. Its sea rolls on forever, evermore, Beautiful, vast, and deep; Only his ~shallowest~ thoughts touch the shore Of Speech; his ~deepest~ sleep. The foam that crests the wave is pure and white; The ~foam~ is not the ~wave~; The wave is not the sea -- ~it rolls~ forever on; The winding shores will crave A kiss from ev'ry wavelet on the deep; ~Some come~; some always ~sleep~.