Lines for Flying

While flying today, certain lines from 4 of the poems I was reading stood out:

“Sling me under the sea”

“And I shall be song of thunder, crash of sea”

“The dead say nothing
And the dead know much
And the dead hold under their tongues
A locked-up story.”

“Plunging,
Doggedly onward plunging,
Into salt and mist and foam and sun”

“All the last answers
Go running back to dust and mist”

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Poetry finds you where you are.