farewell

I just read this on RG's blog. I don't think I've ever loved an Elizabeth Bishop poem as much as I love this poem right now. It's a nice way to end April and National Poetry Month.

Casabianca

Love's the boy stood on the burning deck
trying to recite 'The boy stood on
the burning deck.' Love's the son
stood stammering elocution
while the poor ship in flames went down.

Love's the obstinate boy, the ship,
even the swimming sailors, who
would like a schoolroom platform, too,
or an excuse to stay
on deck. And love's the burning boy.

--Elizabeth Bishop