February
February Verse and February Chorus
FEBRUARY
The coats of the fishermen are never dry.
Let them hang in wind and sun, the spindrift is so worked
into the coats of fishermen that they are heavy with salt always. . .
I need a thick sea coat, man. The salt has eaten my old coat. . . .
The second loom is empty, still. Some day it will hold a web of splendour.