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| Ewa Karpinska |
Sea-Weed
Sea-weed sways and sways and swirls
as if swaying were its form of stillness;
and if it flushes against fierce rock
it slips over it as shadows do, without hurting itself.
D.H. Lawrence
This is so beautifully true. This is exactly how sea-weed moves. And how lovely, how very subtly and yet directly true are the things it intimates. This is the fascinating thing about poetry, how you can say one thing truly and it prisms into many true things.
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