top running tide

I must go down to the seas again,
For the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call
That may not be denied

j.m

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top Departure

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It is the hour of departure, the hard cold hour
which the night fastens to all the timetables.
The rustling belt of the sea girdles the shore.
Cold stars heave up, black birds migrate.p.n.

top shattered brine

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shattered brine, dazzling leap of the ocean.
Merged, you and I, my love,
seal the silence
while the sea destroys its continual forms,
collapses its turrets of wildness and whiteness.

p.n

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top a night's sphere

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And my soul, unguarded,
would soar on widespread wings,
to live in a night's magical sphere
More profoundly, more variously.

h.h

top beneath the sky

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Resemble nothing that is ours
Around, by lifting winds forgot,
Resignedly beneath the sky
The melancholy waters lie.

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