The Hollow Way in the Dark Wold > This: The Supplement > The Old Poet

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The crowded staves all move in different ways
like things alive, like a poem's lines, like
the grained turning waves on the planks of the gondola
& the flurries of dark water around it.

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Between here & there is much
split into much more, little dots
where the waves playing burst into colours
or the innumerable points of that mist
you are wrapped in.