Archibald MacLeish

Here you will find the Poem Voyage of poet Archibald MacLeish


for Ernest Hemingway

HEAP we these coppered hulls
With headed poppies
And garlic longed-for by the eager dead
Keep we with sun-caught sails
The westward ocean
Raise we that island on the sea at last
Steep to the gull-less shore
Across the sea rush
Trade we our cargoes with the dead for sleep.