Desolate
Desolate and grey the sea surges,
Yet other ships are sailing there;
Desolate and yellow the moon errs
Through the so much larger sky.
There is no harbour where she is bound,
No roadstead in the Milky Way;
The earth views her with disdain,
And for the stars she does not count.
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J.J. Slauerhoff [1898-1936] |
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