I do often gather onto these ledges
Alone, I save me where the sea beats.. and
Rustles, waves, blue and green reflections,
Bubbles, shattering in grains, foaming. I think
Many more millions, just like me, here,
Had roosted, to observe, to listen;
Perchance they felt the very same
Strong, dulcet, genic quietness. Any one,
If they please, can just go ahead, and
Join me: here, some inches over the sea. I
Ceased to write as the dusk went by.
Jul 28, 2016
Jul 28, 2016 at 10:05 AM UTC
I do often gather onto these ledges
Alone, I save me where the sea beats.. and
Rustles, waves, blue and green reflections,
Bubbles, shattering in grains, foaming. I think
Many more millions, just like me, here,
Had roosted, to observe, to listen;
Perchance they felt the very same
Strong, dulcet, genic quietness. Any one,
If they please, can just go ahead, and
Join me: here, some inches over the sea. I
Ceased to write as the dusk went by.
Written at Foro Italico, Palermo.
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