Faces of the Ocean

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  Sea Poem

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

   

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

   

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

   

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

   

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

   

  -- Charles Tomlinson