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
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