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Poem
WATER TO WATER, SALT TO SALT
i.m Nancy FitzGerald, 1916-2003
I want to tell you about the child;
how she followed a gull with her eyes,
then her neck extended, body lifted,
and arms out flung so she all but
took flight with hardly a breath
between seeing and becoming;
I want to tell you about the harbour;
how its wall is an arm I swim within
as salt and sun work an alchemy
in my body; how its cupped hand
is the bell tower of the church whose
stones are sunk below the water,
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and I want to tell you about the church; |
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