that shook us asunder, as if she had struck and crashed on a rock; for the huge sea smote every soul from the decks of The Falcon but one; all of them, all but the man that was lash'd to the helm had gone."[11. 106-9"]
Tennyson - The Wreck
Monday, April 10, 2006
Castaway
A man adrift on a slim spar A horizon smaller than the rim of a bottle. Tented waves rearing lashy dark points The near whine of froth in circles. God is cold.
