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Seagulls I and II (for you)Sharp colour fading, slow dying the world, As gathered of gulls, white fleck hyping a trance. Blue grey the sky 'bove the tree on the water, Where wheeled without sounding, around as in dance. As careful a scene, yet viewed from without, Should rended a rail, an encounter of form. Suddenly real an expression of stillness, Then tumbling through 'till descending the dawn. Back of an echo, unpromised a smile, A cover of entrance when never a call. Like love learning lost in replacing desire, More motion than movement, means nothing at all. Left vision behind, when hidden of life. Glimpsed blind understanding, should second recall. Returning of senses, lest brought to the ground, But born of beginning by knowing the fall. Darkness the sky, formed the rage of the wind, Caught soaring the gulls as white under the height. When fixed of position known riding the storm, Still oft' singing silent, in formost the flight. |
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