Emigration
She went on a liner; we waved and waved and cried.
The ship’s horn blasted out its great bulky voice
and moved away from the quay. We watched her face
till it was indistinct, her frame till it was indistinct,
the throng of passengers hanging over the rail till they
were indistinct, the ship diminished in size slowly, slowly,
till it was a dot on the horizon and then it was gone.
I looked out over the great sadness that is the ocean,
it was lapping inside me; this was not such a death
for her with the warming promise of her future,
but for us watching it was like a birth rescinded.
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