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9-24-59
11-5-62
8/25/63

Maine Song.

Here at the turn where the granite ends, 
Waves crash in craters over and over.
The far is fair, a cirrus streak,
The far is curvature and fair.

Waves from other oceans span
Meridians and noon is entered upon.
Legend cannot draw the timberline
Nor charts outline an ocean.

Light of the Sun, light on crag,
Scree of falling, crag unfallen
Sea of silence, silica flashing and surge seas of the silence [?]
Rock, reef, air, and falling.

Swift is the wind from Labrador,
It will swerve as wave and windrow.
Low is the air of the afternoon -
It might curve around us too.

If you [[strikethrough]] walk on rocks or gather rockweed [[/strikethrough]] take the rockweed trail
You must [[strikethrough]]memorize[[/strikethrough]]know the tidal chart.
[[strikethrough]]Beware of[[/strikethrough]] And know where crevices and faults are
Where eddies and whorls can startle.

The spined urchin echoing a star
Melts in salt and dies a star.
And we are gathered, one by one, 
One by light, by night another.