return Each time it tried to get into the sea, The waves resisted entering and swept Tumbling the turtle back With weed in welter and wrack Holding it as in fee; And still it kept Confronting the whole Atlantic, until home It went in the swash and disappeared like foam. finale Daisies were growing where now crickets are sowing The dusk, only just months ago—it (...)
Poetry
Two Poems
—John Fandel
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