Oily Weather, written by Ernest Hemingway at Spillwords.com

Oily Weather

Oily Weather

a poem by Ernest Hemingway

 

The sea desires deep hulls—
It swells and rolls.
The screw churns a throb—
Driving, throbbing, progressing.
The sea rolls with love
Surging, caressing,
Undulating its great loving belly.
The sea is big and old—
Throbbing ships scorn it.

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