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Distances

Let us celebrate the fact
Of distances and horizons
As we have made issue
Of waves breaking nearby.

And claim the farthest line
And the most distant thunder
That rolls in the sea sounds too far
To flash direction in our night.

And dream upon the fact
Of porpoises arching [[strikethrough]] way out there, [[/strikethrough]] [[strikethrough]] a spent sky [[/strikethrough]] The [[strikethrough]] last [[/strikethrough]]uttermost sky
In the blurred latitudes They are riding out their morning
Beyond the edges we have drawn.
And they dream of a farther shore

The Falling

How many ways there are of falling into the sea!
Through speck and glint the whiteness falls!
Over curve and edge and glare
And past another afternoon
The daytime waits
For a falling!

And the gull falls! And the smallest rain
Dragging with it great accumulations of clouds.
And the flares of the nighttime:
Arcturus, and Jupiter [[strikethrough]] poised [[/strikethrough]] swinging over the spruce,
Slipping through several cat's cradles,
And the Seven Sisters, [[strikethrough]] dying [[/strikethrough]] fading nightly
In their falling.

And down the faulted coastlines of cliffs
The continents with their screes
And their grasses with silver anthers
Oh how they fall.

Transcription Notes:
Not sure what to do with that long diagonal line ending in an R.