I should not have brought her inland, nor kept her here.
Sea-woman she was.
Where the grass rolled like waves over the fields
she stood and cried a year and a year.
I try to be a good wife, she said.
When the crows nattered among the furrows, like gulls
along the tide-line, she cried, how she cried.
She did not want me to hear her.
Before she died she held her two hands to my ears.
I heard the sea.