Every Sailor in Homer As every sailor in Homer knew the weather is open to fluke and temper.   You’re at dusk in a sanguine sea, the sheets slack and oarsmen at rest, when suddenly   the mainsail bursts and you’re keel-over-hull. It fills and bursts and you’re keel- over-hull   and your lungs are full and your eyes go wide and you tear at the sea with the sea inside of you.   O every sailor in Homer knew. And every farmer who went to bed in his house   that a wind can slam the house at…