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SUNSET

from An Apogee


I sought the nearer, stranger tide
of blushing moon, and ocean wide;
of sunset bleeding in the heart
(“the cockle howls of thunder, dear”)
O hear the choral rocks that cry,
the gulls, the pies O hear O hear
I woke; the darkness covered me;
I slept in prospect of the dawn.

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