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Boys Bathing

Rating: 2.9

Round them a fierce, wide, crazy noon
Heaves with crushed lips and glowing sides
Against the huge and drowsy sun.
Beneath them turn the glittering tides
Where dizzy waters reel with gold,
And strange, rich trophies sink and rise
From decks of sunken argosies.
With shining arms they cleave the cold
Far reaches of the sea, and beat
The hissing foam with flash of feet

Into bright fangs, while breathlessly
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Ian Fraser 16 September 2011

Ugly, dreary poem by sex-starved middle-aged midle class female in the pseudo-classical style. Yuk!

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