The Envoi of Song, Tamarah Rockwood
The Envoi of Song
After Grey Seascape with Black Boat,
Catterline,
Joan Eardley
My eye is the line cast out
Into the brine, hidden
In smears and scores of waves
That draw the eye to the depths;
Who lies down there but the drowned
Refusing their legs, vanished
In white caps, in the envoi of song,
given over; given over; gone to verse.
On salt-bitten shore my salmon-heart
Refuses clear water.
Into the brine, hidden
In smears and scores of waves
That draw the eye to the depths;
Who lies down there but the drowned
Refusing their legs, vanished
In white caps, in the envoi of song,
given over; given over; gone to verse.
On salt-bitten shore my salmon-heart
Refuses clear water.
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