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Alfred de Grazia
Have you watched an island from the sea, a dark, a bumpy eminence done in seal-brown sands,with mummied stone or clay, a steep cliff standing; often sheep are grazing peacefully there? The dolphins of your dreams swim upon its waters and conceive of hightailing mermaids with trailing streams of hair, incite the fire dragons from the caves, and shake the galleys off the deep rocks. A liverish hue stains the innocent blue water that washes against the blood-cake of history wrecks and launchings, welcomes and farewells, in frames of time and shape, sounds and stills. The boudless sea is rent agape by the prowess of this lone agent of the problems of God; here man was born and he could be. A sash of fog will honor it and glint of metal from the sun. |