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Does anyone know the author of this poem ,, and what it is about ? I loved the poem for years ,, Don't know why .. Finally saw a show on why and what the subject of the poem was ,. pretty cool ..
When the still sea conspires an armor
And her sullen and aborted
Currents breed tiny monsters,
True sailing is dead.
Awkward instant
And the first animal is jettisoned,
Legs furiously pumping
Their stiff green gallop,
And heads bob up
Poise
Delicate
Pause
Consent
In mute nostril agony
Carefully refined
And sealed over.
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