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The Sky’s an Ocean, As All Eagles Know by Mark Penny

by Jonathon | 1.28.13

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The sky’s an ocean, as all eagles know
Who plumb the splendour nest to keel,
A craze of very ships in fleets that flow
On voyages forbidden whale and seal.
Its currents race, chained to the planet’s turn,
Churned by the jilted passion of the sun,
Exacting fervor from the veil-eyed fern
Mured in a pillared abbey like a nun.
Fleet immigrants, protesting falling leaves
And roofless perches, clog the trackless ways,
Pursuing passion while the bosom heaves
Of all creation in its fit of days.
The sky’s an ocean, leaping shore to shore.
So says the urchin on the ocean floor.

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2 Responses to The Sky’s an Ocean, As All Eagles Know by Mark Penny

  1. Patricia

    Love this, shore to shore. Especially, I love, “Of all creation in its fit of days,” and “The sky’s an ocean, leaping shore to shore. / So says the urchin on the ocean floor.”

    Thanks for sending this in, Mark. I feel better for having seen it.

  2. Mark Penny

    Then my work is done.

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