the port

Gustaf Munch-Petersen: Naked Human

o, port –

in your long, patient night

we come,

while our steps

zigzagging forgets the sea

in favour of your street’s firm horizon –

 

into your lap we throw,

with the proud gesture of the rich,

our stingily saved-up longing,

the thought joys of our nights –

 

with the gifts of your generous hands

you awake

our, of the beating waves,

mercifully dulled thoughts,

that we may never forget you –

 

o, port –

in your lamps' overbearing lights

we greet the day

screaming sleepy hymns in praise

of your fat, calm water –