177 I think you are now sitting by the ocean. I think of you While you are sitting by the waves. My thoughts are waves. I cannot Stop them. They rush to you, and crash upon the sand, night-daylong, A wave behind a wave, to the horizon. You sit and look In quiet at my thoughts, and see for hours how they wrestle hard To reach your feet half-drowned in sand, to reach and swing your elbows Half-drowned in wind, to make you swim in me, to make you wrestle With water that has taken half your world, while you hear for hours Its crashing sound.







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IRENE CĂSAR
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