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The Broken Sea

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See the bodies pictured in the waves, 

The hands, limbs, faces and crying eyes, 

The tendrils of the foam upon the sand. 

Rocking waves, where surfers fall and fly. 

 

Upon your shore I break again and again, 

You are my solitary island, and 

I carry pirate-ships to your sea-sand, 

Filled with rubies and Oriental gold. 

 

The albatross watches from the sails, 

The ropes are worn and bare, but 

The sea gropes unaware, the broken sea, 

Shining darkly beneath my sunset.

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