Faces of the Ocean

  • Sea Poem

    A whiter bone:
    the sea-voice
    in a multiple monody
    crowding towards that end.


  • It is as if
    the transparencies of sound
    composing such whiteness
    disposed many layers
    with a sole movement
    of the various surface,


  • the depths, bottle-glass green
    the bed, swaying
    like a fault in the atmosphere, each


  • with its separate whisper, each whisper
    a breath of that singleness
    that 'moves together
    if it move at all,


  • and its movement is ceaseless
    and to one end --
    the griding
    a whiter bone.


    -- Charles Tomlinson