Oily Weather (Poem by Ernest Hemingway)

Old Poem

Oily Weather
By Ernest Hemingway

The sea desires deep hulls —
It swells and rolls.
The screw churns a throb —
Driving, throbbing, progressing.

The sea rolls with love
Surging, caressing,
Undulating its great loving belly.

The sea is big and old —
Throbbing ships scorn it.

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