Flying Fish
Flying Fish
Poem
Out where the sky and the sky-blue sea
Merge in a mist of sheen,
There started a vision of silver things,
A leap and a quiver, a flash of wings
The sky and the sea between.
Is it of birds from the blue above,
Or fish from the depths that be?
Or is it the ghosts
In silver hosts
Of birds that were drowned at sea?
Notes
Written by Mary McNeil Fenollosa. Published in "An American Anthology" circa 1900.
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