From: John Burnside - Ports

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From:

John Burnside
Ports       III      Moorings

 

[…]
                        When we go walking
early
            at the furled edge of the sea

we find dark webs of crabmeat
                                                herring-bone
                                                                        wet
diaphragms of stranded jelly-fish

spring water mingles with salt beneath the church
where Anstruther's dead are harboured in silent loam
sea litter washes the wall where the graveyard ends
a scatter of shells and hairweed
                                                and pebbles of glass
made smooth
                        in the sway of the tide.

[…]

 

(From: John Burnside, Selected Poems, London; Cape, 2006.)

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[cozzybob.livejournal.com]

This is beautiful--thanks for posting. :)