Let me seek asylum in the sea
silent depths of ice water
for I have swallowed sorrow
Touch the clematis in a seaside garden
a patched wall sun-warmed
and crystal with salt
Shudder at the shouting of the breakers
small stones laughing as they
are pulled over the sand.
Orestes: even the noble are no more than disguised.
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