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Weed, moss-weed, / root tangled in sand, / sea-iris, brittle flower, / one petal like a shell / is broken, / and you print a shadow / like a thin twig.
Fortunate one, / scented and stinging, / rigid myrrh-bud, / camphor-flower, / sweet and salt -- you are wind / in our nostrils.
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Do the murex-fishers / drench you as they pass? / Do your roots drag up colour / from the sand? / Have they slipped gold under you; / rivets of gold?
Band of iris-flowers / above the waves, / You are painted blue, / painted like a fresh prow / stained among the salt weeds.