The Waves Which Come down from the Edge of the Sky
The waves which come down from the edge of the sky
descend the green sea-lanes;
up from the green the white gulls fly,
and the fish like monoplanes.
O the sky's an umbrella of sea-blue air
with a handle of mother-of-pearl;
it opens up on everywhere,
it opens on the world.
on the edge of evening break.
Our Lord the Peacock walks on high,
the heavens in His wake.
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11 lines · 3 stanzas