The Blue.
In the silence round you,
The high dark blue round the earth,
You cans find a there if you like, or none;
If none, then that's the nessage
Your eyea will carry, their light the pale light,
Your touah that of hands
Left in space, like darkness on darknees,
With nothing to refleot them,
But if the meseage you bear
Is oontinuous and long, and glows
And stays in the sky like someone
Alwaya there but never known, the breeze
That touches the leaves at night and then
Is done, the bird that alone in the tree
Dwells on his theme, the hak that
Wheels in the silence above, then the
Light, like the blue of the sky
Always there behind the storms and
Turns of fate, will be in your eyea, a
Though 1t may not be seen.
Fishing Boats at Fiumicino.
Below the oobbled pier, asl eep


To carry the soul 1tghtly,
Through crowds and. power;
Koop a measure of survival
Inside the bodys. one's exit hidden.
To float out on seae of strangeness,
Bo gone, not to be wisé among ment
Not to be knovm; be always the visiting stranger,
Not to be touched and claimed by handst
And yet not a strangor, either,
I don't quite know what I mean,
I don't mean a stranger as lodged in himself
And safely housed against others;
I mean a stranger to himself,
To his interests, claims,
I mean to belong. to God,
And there is God in men;
I mean to belong to God in men
And not to their power.