Tears

[Mehran]

TEARS

Tears ! Tears ! Tears !
In the night , in slitude , tears ,
On the white shore dripping , dripping , suck'd in by the sand ,
Tears , not a star shining , all dark and desolate ,
Moist tears from the eyes of a muffled head ;
O who is that ghost ? that form in the dark , with tears ?
What shapeless lump is that , bent , throes , choked with wild cries ;
O storm , embodied , rising , careering with swift steps along the beach !
O wild an dismal night storm , with wind - O belching and desperate !
O shade so sedate and decorous by day , with calm countenance and regulated pace ,
But away at night as you fly , none looking - O then the unloosen'd ocean ,
Of

teras ! tears ! tears !

Walt Whitman
Taken from
Sea - Drift