This poem by Richard Wilbur has nothing to do with boats or sailing, but it does have to do with beauty, so there. From Chief Modern Poets of Britain and America, Volume II published by Macmillian. I carried this book with me in Spring of 2003 and remember reading it often in Machias while I was on site there for an implementation. I marked this poem then. I especially liked the second stanza.
THE BEAUTIFUL CHANGESOne wading a Fall meadow finds on all sidesThe Queen Anne's Lace lying like liliesOn water; it glidesSo from the walker, it turnsDry grass to a lake, as the slightest shade of youValleys my mind in fabulous-blue Lucerne.The beautiful changes as a forest is changedBy a chameleon's tuning his skin to it;As a mantis, arrangedOn a green leaf, growsInto it, makes the leaf leafier, and provesAny greenness is deeper than anyone knows.Your hands hold roses always in a way that saysThey are not only yours; the beautiful changesIn such kind ways,Wishing ever to sunderThings and things' selves for a second finding, to loseFor a moment all that it touches back to wonder. (1947)
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