Poem 3

Tropic Sea

Found poem from Ernest Hemingway’s The Old Man and the Sea

No land was visible

On the calm water

The wind had backed into the north

White peaks of the Islands rising from the sea

Came in from the dying moon

That cold water in the dark,

Rough now with the increasing breeze

A phosphorescent streak in the water

The Yellow Gulf weed

The reflected glare of the lights of the city

The lights of the Terrace

At the little harbor

Come up from the sunrise

The glow of Havana