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<\/a><\/em><\/p>\nI bartered for a simple skiff,
\nBirdsong had begun to flag when I set out
\nKeen again upon the open seas<\/p>\n
And on the disappearing spit
\nMy former comrades ranged:
\nSprings and cliffs and nooks,
\nDaily goals, abandonment at night \u2013
\nThe land enchanted with its fruit<\/p>\n
Perhaps I too, in staying,
\nMight have revelled in the anchored dawn
\nAnd turned an eye with growing cheer
\nTowards noon each day
\nAnd daily fed upon the plots and chattels,
\nSavoury intrigues, songs of the flesh<\/p>\n
Here the waves are endless,
\nEndlessly begun:
\nThey leave no time for sleep,
\nThe songs they carry sly \u2013
\nOf empty desert courtyards and a twilight shroud,
\nKneeling supplicants unveiled,
\nThe stolen kiss enough to live a life upon,
\nAnd flight<\/p>\n
I work the sails with the careless breath of my imaginings
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