“Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.” John Keats Ode to a Nightingale “Strange to find a sea captain quoting Keats.” The Ghost and Mrs. Muir She knows nothing about the sea, the sails or thee, your perilous tongue swimming with the sharks. The captain dies by suicide - nay. stupidity - aye. She’s protected, captured by his salty speech. Oft the wind carries its scent of aftershave - nay, again, for the bearded captain scowls, transcends with this blasted widow scores a poetic love. 11/19/2019