BENSON BOBRICK earned his doctorate in English and Comparative Literature from Columbia University. His many books have been featured on the front page of The New York Times Book Review, widely praised in both academic and popular journals, and published in translation in over twelve different lands. In 2002, he received the Literature Award of the American Academy of Arts and Letters. He lives in Vermont.
A day as well for the draining. Rain
off and on. A rock-gray lay of light.
Nothing seeming to mean much in the main.
Can one ever say this and be right?
The vagueness of the opposite lying shores
stirred in me nothing like thirst or hunger.
The voyage was idle and under
No peril: there was nothing it was for.
Oh, there was nothing in me to resist
the stir of feelings nothing yet could phrase
as warning, out of the mist’s implicit hiss
and the fog-horn’s dog-like baying through the haze.
Poetry in this post: © BENSON BOBRICK
Published with the permission of BENSON BOBRICK