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Watching Terns
From boat's mass thrown up
Wings fondling light and wonder
The fish shudders awe
I caught in splendour
Net my eyes in white of wings
And sea frightened thawed
So water rippled
The sea in sunshine trembling
Against departure
They turned, flashed in dive
The sun made coronet bright
On feathers waving
True there was a cry
In self praise for pain un-groaned
Just for Leda's sake.
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