Often together heard: the whine in the rigging, The more delicate algae and the sea anemone.Īnd the gear of foreign dead men. The pools where it offers to our curiosity The starfish, the horseshoe crab, the whale's backbone Into which it reaches, the beaches where it tosses The sea is the land's edge also, the granite The river is within us, the sea is all about us In the smell of grapes on the autumn table,Īnd the evening circle in the winter gaslight. In the rank ailanthus of the April dooryard, His rhythm was present in the nursery bedroom, Unhonoured, unpropitiatedīy worshippers of the machine, but waiting, watching and waiting. Keeping his seasons and rages, destroyer, reminder The problem once solved, the brown god is almost forgottenīy the dwellers in cities-ever, however, implacable. Then only a problem confronting the builder of bridges. Useful, untrustworthy, as a conveyor of commerce Patient to some degree, at first recognised as a frontier Is a strong brown god-sullen, untamed and intractable, I do not know much about gods but I think that the river Salvages is pronounced to rhyme with assuages. Group of rocks, with a beacon, off the N.E. Section I A prefatory note says: "(The Dry Salvages-presumably les trois sauvages-is a small
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