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Friday, July 21, 2017

wrecks passed without sound of bells

At Melville’s Tomb:

Compass, quadrant and sextant contrive 
No farther tides ... High in the azure steeps 
Monody shall not wake the mariner. 
This fabulous shadow only the sea keeps.

Hart Crane.


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