A Poem for a Thursday #64

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Philip Booth was an American poet who lived from 1925 to 2007. His poetry "written in spare language and dealing with New England settings, has garnered critical acclaim for its quiet power."  I read this poem and couldn't get it out of my head. It is beautiful and somehow comforting.

Lie back daughter, let your head
be tipped back in the cup of my hand.
Gently, and I will hold you. Spread
your arms wide, lie out on the stream
and look high at the gulls. A dead-
man's float is face down. You will dive
and swim soon enough where this tidewater
ebbs to the sea. Daughter, believe
me, when you tire on the long thrash
to your island, lie up and survive.
As you float now, where I held you
and let go, remember when fear
cramps your heart what I told you:
lie gently and wide to the light-year
stars, lie back, and the sea will hold you. 

First Lesson
Philip Booth

Brona has shared a poem today.

Here is one from Reese.

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