There are seals there, yes; but they tend to the less enclosed waters
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On Sat, October 15, 2011 23:46, Halvard Johnson wrote:
> Is that all, Sir Patrick? I can smell the seals. Guess I'm just
> younger than y'all.
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> Serving the tri-state area.
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> On Sat, Oct 15, 2011 at 5:34 PM, Patrick McManus <
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>> I can smell the sea!
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>> -----Original Message-----
>> From: Poetryetc: poetry and poetics [mailto:[log in to unmask]] On
>> Behalf Of Lawrence Upton
>> Sent: 13 October 2011 10:38
>> To: [log in to unmask]
>> Subject: Periglis Bay, St Agnes from the field below the farmhouse
>>
>>
>> It is low tide, perhaps approaching turn.
>> A light wind from the south-west Beaufort 2
>> at the most. In the anchorage, water seems calm,
>> almost, though one knows examination would discover movement. Three birds
>> squabble about something one has found in wet sand. Turnstones, perhaps.
>> Possibly plovers.
>> The world
>> from here on is being stripped to bare stones, soaked twice and much of
>> the day; the bleached white; and the brown or golden, like corms out of
>> soil. These types intermix; the first two tangled in weed.
>> Orange lichen thrives intermittently.
>>
>>
>> Ghosts of former land show themselves off well.
>> Burnt Island. The predatory solitary rocks
>> part submerged would once have been low hills when sea was lower. Bits
>> stand ungainly where they shall soon be pushed to fall, breaking
>> possibly, soaked and dried, heated and cooled, becoming sand in
>> centuries. And it is so It makes us.
>> A sparrow sand-bathes
>> energetically in bare looseness left by a path worn through a falling
>> hedge. Herring gulls eat close to the rough shore line
>> and then back away shaking their heads in sets of shaking, over and over.
>> A black-backed gull
>> preens itself in blue water. And small birds
>> wait upon walls in sight of yellowed grass where, until recently, there
>> was a tent. The rain in the last hour may bring up much
>> that can be eaten. A song thrush jazzes
>> the afternoon from a low roof. Behind, in the field hedges and a small
>> woods, great complexity of song. Ahead, growing sounds as wind and tidal
>> flow begin to rise. The sun is at its height
>> and must soon fall, all its heat declining. Two birds hard to identify
>> against the solar flare acrobat in what may well presage reproductive
>> attachment.
>>
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UNFRAMED GRAPHICS by Lawrence Upton
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Lawrence Upton
Dept of Music
Goldsmiths, University of London
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