When in the sea-light every early game Was played with love and, if death's waters came,... You'd rescue me. How I would take you from, Now, if I could, its whirling vacuum.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Grown onto every inch of plate, except Where the hinges let it move, were living things,... Barnacles, mussels, water weeds--and one Blue bit of polished glass, glued there by time: The origins of art.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The senseless drowned Have faces nobody would care to see,... But water loves those gradual erasures Of flesh and shoreline, greenery and glass,LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »