A.S.J. Tessimond

Sea

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1
(Windless Summer)

Between the glass panes of the sea are pressed
Patterns of fronds, and the bronze tracks of fishes.

2
(Winter)

Foam-ropes lasso the seal-black shiny rocks,
Noosing, slipping and noosing again for ever.

3
(Windy Summer)

Over-sea going, under returning, meet
And make a wheel, a shell, to hold the sun.

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