Viewing page 57 of 153

This transcription has been completed. Contact us with corrections.

Noon, Sea

I halfway at tide mark
Where kelp, rock-held, burns
Am burned by the sun also,
Without shadow to give me proof
Or spell my place.

The sea is step from kelps to sky.
The flared lights coil
With sun and other suns.
Down granite [[strikethrough]] grooves [[/strikethrough]] dikes y? and quartz
And mica where rocks bend,
Into the white eddy I fall
Into the stirs of self-balances.

I halfway was center too.
My radius the cold windrows,
The straight streak of cormorant,
The raked rays of sea meadows
And the tug of all I knew
And all I wanted.

Without shadow, without lime-ring
My day falls into the noon
I've fallen into.

Transcription Notes:
also not sure what it says near stirs of sea [[?]] -balances, but it looks good other than that