I said, Your boat is animal,
These are his eyes, he finds a way
With them.
No, you said, the Goddess
Of Launching if we pray—
Is in the prow. These are her eyes, then:
She comes, she sees, in a swart night,
Down, up, over, again down
Exceptional waves,
With her two eyes—if our prayer-mind is right—
Lent from her head. For our boat, she only
Sees, and we then are comforted.
I said, I have no goddess, no god either,
Inside my head. You said, It’s practical,
And shook your head.
These blank lime-whitish
Eyes, defined by lines of black,
Upon the yellow and the red.
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