This poem makes no sense. The waves are cradles, holding, rocking the winds. Then, the waves are flames, burning, extinguishing. Not even Salvadore Dali could make any sense out of this one. As with too many modern poems written since 1913, we need the poet's decoder ring.
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This poem makes no sense. The waves are cradles, holding, rocking the winds. Then, the waves are flames, burning, extinguishing. Not even Salvadore Dali could make any sense out of this one. As with too many modern poems written since 1913, we need the poet's decoder ring.