terça-feira, 11 de maio de 2010

Things of the Sea Belong to the Sea



THINGS OF THE SEA BELONG TO THE SEA

The shell in my hand, no bigger than my fist,
Is closing down because it must exist.
Hinged like a drawbridge, its embattled gate
Guards the glow of its inner ornament—

The ghost of the oyster that activates the pearl—
The soul within, the world without the pale.
I run my fingers over its grooves and scars
Encrusted with lichen and barnacle and weed—

Medals won in combat, the outer war
It wages with the sea. I feel the tide
Surge around my ankles — on every side

Suction, pressure, a tugging intensity
Heightened by the grip of what I hold in my hand,
Surrender gently, and step back up on land.

(D. George)

Photos: Ilha de Santa Catarina
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2 comentários:

veredit disse...

Was für eine wunderbare Zusammenstellung ...


:)))

Marie-Monique disse...

magnifiques cadrages !!!j'adore votre blog, à bientôt