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May 2010
Tell me, O shell,
what have you heard?
Into my ear
floats the cry of a bird,
and also I hear
pebbles, sea-stirred.

Tell me, O shell,
what did you see?
Into my eye
floats a glimpse of a tree,
a palm, on an island,
surrounded by sea.
I wrote this in 1985, when I was ten.  There were about eight stanzas, and my adult self has cut the bad ones.
Written by
Thomas Thurman
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