Thursday, February 11, 2021

Sea of Ice (Caspar David Friedrich), Sonnet #550


A god we don’t know wields

A hammer on ice fields.

One blow is all it takes

(Or flutter of snowflakes).

Then like careening ships

Each floe striking floe flips

Skyward in great stiff sails.

The meaning of ice fails

The seal and polar bear,

Who run beyond nowhere.

Men are not to be found,

Their craft long since ice bound.

They swim below like whales

They’d come to weigh on scales.

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