I’m a lover of Hemingway’s work, and, A Farewell to Arms, plays a part of the story in my book, No Kissing Required. This poem of his I’m featuring today, I find kind of sexy. The man most definitely had a way with words.
Oily Weather
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.
Ernest Hemingway (Stories and Ten Poems, 1923)
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