June 21, 2011

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    Wall

     

     

    Wall wall

    Bright wall of island days

    Wall which falls down to the sea

    Wall which comforts keeps him stills him

    Low tide wall

    Fired with flowers sea-sustained

    For synapta glint at its base

    As wake-robins soar the breezes of its dawn

    And here beneath his very feet

    The vining yew trails its green face

    Across his wall

    Across his weeping-cross