One for Dr. Pinsky. I remember this one from undergrad or graduate school.
from The Want Bone / by Robert Pinsky
The beach scrubbed and etched and pickled it clean.
But O I love you it sings, my little my country
My food my parent my child I want you my own
My flower my fin my life my lightness my O.
Valentine brings me back around to Frame. And, back to the waves. Not very Leprechaun-ish, but magical nonetheless.
from Sunday Afternoon at Two O’clock / by Janet Frame
Seizing the time from the University clock, the wind
suddenly cannot carry its burden of chiming sound.
The waves ride in, tumultuous, breaking gustily out of tune,
burying
two o’clock on Sunday afternoon.
On my little sister’s birthday. Happy birthday by the sea!
from A Birthday / by Christina Rossetti
My heart is like a rainbow shell
That paddles in a halcyon sea;
My heart is gladder than all these,
Because my love is come to me.
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