In the teeth of the gale and the raging swell
She nests among the angry rollers
Her flight firm and sure as the falcon
Her wings she lends to the storm
When the lions of the sea roar in the caves
Above the abyss she roams, across the trackless ocean
She seeks not the rock, the cape, nor the harbour
In insecurity she finds her strength
And the risk of death nourishes her
And she, it seems to me, is a model
For those who can live and sing through life’s storms
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Translated and adapted by Earthwatch Team III, 2006 from the Portuguese poem Procellaria by Sophia de Mello Breyner Andersen.
Photo by Lynn
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4 June 2007
After the storm, my mine cleared.
And a high wind arose and blew the tropics north.
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running quartz crystals through a blender.
sand through your engines.
bubble in your bays.
estuaries reaching out toward forbidden seas...
sand through your eyes.
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5 June 2007
Calm as baby's breath
as peaceful as the storm's eye
Clouds spread and drawn with rough strokes of stratospheric winds
a warm and windy tropical day.
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7 June 2007
Black water at dusk.
Lighting on the horizon.
Warm winds coming in across the darkening waters.
A flash of white wings as an egret takes flight.
And Thunder like God clearing his throat.
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