Friday, January 3, 2003
The Bight Comments
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At low tide like this how sheer the water is.
White, crumbling ribs of marl protrude and glare
and the boats are dry, the pilings dry as matches.
Absorbing, rather than being absorbed,
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Elizabeth Bishop
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Peter Timmerman
24 December 2013
Note that the poem originally has a subtitle: (on my birthday) [Important! ]
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12/21/2024 8:30:03 AM # 1.0.0
What a voice- utter detachment giving the least thing meaning.