Read the poem "The Great Wave: Hokusai."It is because the sea is blue,Because Fuji is blue, because the bent blueMen have white faces, like the snowOn Fuji, like the crest of the wave in the sky the color of theirBoats. It is because the airIs full of writing, because the wave is still: that nothingWill harm these frail strangers,That high over Fuji in an earthcolored sky the fingersWill not fall; and the blue menLean on the sea like snow, and the wave like a mountain leansAgainst the sky.In the painter's seaAll fishermen are safe. All anger bends under his unity.But the innocent bystander, he merely'Walks round a corner, thinking of nothing': hiddenBehind a screen we hear his cry.He stands half in and half out of the world; he is the men,But he cannot see below FujiThe shore the color of sky; he is the wave, he stretchesHis claws against strangers. He isNot safe, not even from himself. His world is flat.He fishes a sea full of serpents, he rides his boatBlindly from wave to wave toward Ararat.