I discovered this poem while listening to a recorded version of Dicey's Song by Cynthia Voigt. I love that book, and the book before it, Homecoming. They are full of deep thoughts but still somehow down to earth, dealing with everyday problems and painful tragedies with the same sensitivity. I'm going to read A Solitary Blue next. I guess the Tillerman series has me hooked.
Home Is the Sailor
A.E. Housman
Home is the sailor, home from sea:
Her far-borne canvas furled
The ship pours shining on the quay
The plunder of the world.
Home is the hunter from the hill:
Fast in the boundless snare
All flesh lies taken at his will
And every fowl of air.
'Tis evening on the moorland free,
The starlit wave is still:
Home is the sailor from the sea,
The hunter from the hill.
