Love
Stir Not the Shingle
From A Selection from the Poems of Michael Field (1923)
Love
Stir not the shingle with thy boat,
It groans beneath the keel;
Still on the senseless waters float,
Until thy heart can feel;
Keep to Ægæan tracts of fair.
Invulnerable sea;
The land cries out in pain to bear
One who from love is free.
Yea, linger 'mid the barren foam.
Ungreeted, out of reach
Of those who watch the sailor home
On Mitylene beach.
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Codex Note
From Long Ago, as marked in the 1923 Selection.
Cite this poem
MLA
Field, Michael. “Stir Not the Shingle.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/field_m/132/.
Chicago
Field, Michael. “Stir Not the Shingle.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/field_m/132/.
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