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I must say the same boy,
again, though I hadn't ordered

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it this way, but it
happens to be that way

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as I was turning the pages.

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This is called "Waking
to the Tap of a Hammer."

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Waking up in my curtain-dark
bedroom, I hear,

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cottoned in distance,
the tap of a hammer.

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Tap, tap, silence.

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Then anguish of
bandsaw on white oak.

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Yes, I know what it is.

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The boy, this early at
his five tonner at work,

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his five tonner at
work, the schooner.

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I shut eyes and
see, rising upright

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in stocks, the sanded gray hull.

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Dew-gleaming, it swims
in the first light,

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yearns long Atlanticward.

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He lives in a dream
of his passion.

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Hands never quite still, eyes
often fixed on great distance.

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You speak and he
seems not to hear.

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Slowly, then smiles.

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He sleeps while the blue
prints stare down in darkness.

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Tools gleam where
a star spies in.

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His head is thrown
back in sleep.

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He dreams of sail-crack
like a pistol,

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of spume, of gulls screaming
in their hypothetical sky.

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Oh, tell me the nature of
passion and the fruit thereof.

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What would I have, otherwise,
this truth, even my own dream?

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Who have waked in the
night from a dream

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in which I, like a spirit,
hugged the squall's heart,

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Then saw how, one
rag of a spitfire

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jib forward, the bows
clambered gray wave-steep,

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plunged, and emerged, while
through rain slash and spray

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roil behind Plexiglas
dome, hands on wheel,

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the face, carven, stared
forth: gannet gaze, osprey eye.

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Slowly it smiled.

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I dreamed it was smiling at me.

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