Sailing out to sea
Off Virginia’s* coast,
There is a wave
That will carry you
Home to me.
I won’t be there.
I got so lonely
I too set sail.
When will we two
Meet again?
When the thunder
makes it rain.
*Virginia Woolf
There is an echo of
Macbeth's weird sisters
in the last two lines:
When shall we three meet again?
In thunder, lightning, or in rain?
When the hurly-burly’s done . . .
Alissa:
I see Macbeth,
but there's Lear as well:
the storm, the cliff,
the storm . . .
Hugh:
You're right!
There's more
Lear in me
than Macbeth,
who whines
like Hamlet
in Elsinore.