Al Que Quiere!/In Harbor
<poem> Surely there, among the great docks, is peace, my mind; there with the ships moored in the river. Go out, timid child, and snuggle in among the great ships talking so quietly. Maybe you will even fall asleep near them and be lifted into one of their laps, and in the morning— There is always the morning in which to remember it all!
Of what are they gossiping? God knows.
And God knows it matters little for we
cannot understand them.
Yet it is certainly of the sea, of that
there can be no question.
It is a quiet sound. Rest! That's all
I care for now.
The smell of them will put us to sleep
Smell! It is the sea water mingling here
into the river—
at least so it seems—perhaps it is some-
thing else—but what matter?
The sea water! It is quiet and smooth
How slowly they move, little by little
the hawsers that drop and groan with
Yes, it is certainly of the high sea they