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" Let Me Begin Again”

Let me begin again as a speck
of dust caught in the night winds
sweeping out to sea. Let me begin
this time knowing the world is
salt water and dark clouds, the world
is grinding and sighing all night, and dawn
comes slowly and changes nothing. Let
me go back to land after a lifetime
of going nowhere. This time lodged
in the feathers of some scavenging gull
white above the black ship that docks
and broods upon the oily waters of
your harbor. This leaking freighter
has brought a hold full of hayforks
from Spain, great jeroboams of dark
Algerian wine, and quill pens that can’t
write English. The sailors have stumbled
off toward the bars of the bright houses.
The captain closes his log and falls asleep.
1/10’28. Tonight I shall enter my life
after being at sea for ages, quietly,
in a hospital named for an automobile.
The one child of millions of children
who has flown alone by the stars
above the black wastes of moonless waters
that stretched forever, who has turned
golden in the full sun of a new day.
A tiny wise child who this time will love
his life because it is like no other. "

Philip Levine , 7 Years from Somewhere: Poems


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Philip Levine quote : Let Me Begin Again” <br /><br />Let me begin again as a speck<br />of dust caught in the night winds<br />sweeping out to sea. Let me begin<br />this time knowing the world is<br />salt water and dark clouds, the world<br />is grinding and sighing all night, and dawn<br />comes slowly and changes nothing. Let<br />me go back to land after a lifetime<br />of going nowhere. This time lodged<br />in the feathers of some scavenging gull<br />white above the black ship that docks<br />and broods upon the oily waters of<br />your harbor. This leaking freighter<br />has brought a hold full of hayforks<br />from Spain, great jeroboams of dark<br />Algerian wine, and quill pens that can’t<br />write English. The sailors have stumbled<br />off toward the bars of the bright houses.<br />The captain closes his log and falls asleep.<br />1/10’28. Tonight I shall enter my life<br />after being at sea for ages, quietly,<br />in a hospital named for an automobile.<br />The one child of millions of children<br />who has flown alone by the stars<br />above the black wastes of moonless waters<br />that stretched forever, who has turned<br />golden in the full sun of a new day.<br />A tiny wise child who this time will love<br />his life because it is like no other.