Jumat, 14 Desember 2012

Cormorants.

 
All afternoon the sea was a muddle of birds
Black and spiky,
Long necked, slippery,
Down they went
Into the waters for the poor,
Blunt headed silver,
They live on for a little while.
God,
How did it ever come to you
to invent time?
I dreamed at night of the birds,
Of the beautiful dark seas,
They push trough.
 
(Mary Oliver)
 
 


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