I sometimes think my vision of the sea is the clearest thing I own!

“Is it the sea you hear in me,

Its dissatisfactions?

Or the voice of nothing, that was you madness?”

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 Love is a shadow.

How you lie and cry after it.”

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The future is a gray seagull Tattling in its cat-voice of departure.

Age and terror, like nurses, attend her,  

And a drowned man, complaining of the great cold, Crawls up out

of the sea.”

Sylvia Plath

 

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“I shall never get you put together entirely,

Pieced, glued, and properly jointed.”

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It starts here from the sound of the ground , below me .. The sound of the White in its thought of drowing deep .. Long standing one with the Blue Grey sky.. ah the wind, the wind , for every thin layer of wet long grass greenfly

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I ‘m where I need to be

Here

In the dunes

in the flats ..in the stream

where the snow falls

By the sea

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I still hear the dance of the sky

 whereThe Gold meets the light ..

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My footstep takes me only near not far..

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