spume

How close does the dragon's spume
have to come? How wide does the crack
in heaven have to split?
What would people look like
if we could see them as they are,
soaked in honey, stung and swollen,
reckless, pinned against time?
- Ellen Bass, 'If You Knew'.

"The sea of spuming thought foists up again
The radiant bubble that she was. And then
A deep up-pouring from some saltier well
Within me, bursts its watery syllable."

-from Wallace Stevens' Le Monocle de Mon Oncle

Indeed. I know I have.

It's okay, you can do it. I think all of us here have moved house at one time because we found a neighbourhood with a better word in it.

I've always loved this word, although rarely have a chance to use it in conversation, living far away from the sea. This is a shame.