I've finished life's chores assigned to me,
So put me on a boat headed out to sea.
Please send along my fishing pole
For I've been invited to the fishin' hole.
Where every day is a day to fish,
To fill your heart with every wish.
Don't worry, or feel sad for me,
I'm fishin' with the Master of the sea.
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Thrill with lissome lust of the light,
O man ! My man !
Come careering out of the night
Of Pan ! Io Pan .
Io Pan ! Io Pan ! Come over the sea
From Sicily and from Arcady !
Roaming as Bacchus, with fauns and pards
And nymphs and styrs for thy guards,
On a milk-white ass, come over the sea
To me, to me,
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Cool waves and green foam
Zest in crisp morning breezes
Pink clouds float along
Sunrise splash into gold sun
Chill thrills before day's begun.
Yellow-orange zing
A stroll in warmth since the dip
Blooms on green catwalks
Stained skies are fading to blue
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And when, in the city in which I love you,
even my most excellent song goes unanswered,
andI mount the scabbed streets,
the long shouts of avenues,
and tunnel sunken night in search of you...
That I negotiate fog, bituminous
rain rining like teeth into the beggar's tin,
or two men jackaling a third in some alley
weirdly lit by a couch on fire, that I
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Please Mrs Butler
This boy Derek Drew
Keeps copying my work, Miss.
What shall I do?
Go and sit in the hall, dear.
Go and sit in the sink.
Take your books on the roof, my lamb.
Do whatever you think.
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below the billows
listen to the siren’s song
place your fears to bed
Cool waves and green foam
Zest in crisp morning breezes
Pink clouds float along
Sunrise splash into gold sun
Chill thrills before day's begun.
Yellow-orange zing
A stroll in warmth since the dip
Blooms on green catwalks
Stained skies are fading to blue
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I wandered by the margin of bay
As a call from far a distance;
I gazed- I gazed; sea did play
As if, constant to the Kashfuls' dance,
Until sun sets at slot of verge
And play stones under low ebb
Or queer, which I sought did diverge.
Meanwhile, silence came in deep
Among old leaves of Tamarisk;
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Sea
In the distant sandy coves.
The sea is still hiding something for itself.
It is looking for lost pearls.
In the arms of stone wings,
the wind collects scattered threads.
Lips wander.
The sea sighs,
and our bodies become a flower
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The storms
Wild, unforgiving
Violent and raging
They swarm
O! The force
The tempest it came
And the tempest it threw us off course
We're high, we're low
We ebb, we flow
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