Tags
1796, 2019, 6*, being, birdcall, chaos, clouds, direction, ears, fishing, groundlessness, horizon, identity, ink, lost, moon, night, sea, seagull, shore, society, thought, violence, water, William Turner
only distant shores were lighter
under the slight horizon
but hung with plans foreboding
dark within the ears; we
rise, we fall, and the water
would be ink of the deepest thought
but the violence of no repose,
and our footing will soon be lost
before we make a catch
of chaos; galactic fingers part
from the moon, gulls hurl a-swear
in three directions, and we are
in swollen nowhere, depicted
solely by silvery highlight
fetched from the swell of Fishermen at Sea, 1796; (The Cholmeley Sea Piece); William Turner
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being wormhole: pediment to behold
clouds wormhole: London, 1809
groundlessness wormhole: sun setting over a lake, 1840
horizon wormhole: La Route, Effet d’Hiver, 1872
identity wormhole: on facing the Have
moon wormhole: ‘streetsigns …’
night wormhole: ‘… and yet I think I am so modest: …’
sea wormhole: we held cold hands
seagull wormhole: where did the silence go
society wormhole: pursued
thought wormhole: Lapping Reflections [Deep Within Waters] – pageant of the trees
water wormhole: YOUNG SYCAMORE by William Carlos Williams