Beyond the Starry Sea

Nocturne in Black and Gold James Abbott McNeill Whistler

Beyond the Starry Sea


Oh! And I see.
Do you? Perhaps—
Peel those lids back
Far over the head,
Dilate those pupils,
And just dive deep
Into the endless black.

Now? The starry sea
Swirling round—
Keep going further via
That warm purple stuff,
That golden glowing thing.
What’s on your other side,
Utopia or dystopia or myopia?

Sometimes, all three…
Inklings, sprinklings, shrinkings—
The so-called secret symbolic tongue
Of the cosmos speaking clear-cut;
The collected tears and fears
Of the disenchanted and the disenfranchised;
The oblivion of a vision far-flung.



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