Is that all, Sir Patrick? I can smell the seals. Guess I'm just
younger than y'all.
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!
> P
>
> -----Original Message-----
> From: Poetryetc: poetry and poetics [mailto:[log in to unmask]] On
> Behalf Of Lawrence Upton
> Sent: 13 October 2011 10:38
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> 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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