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Fig-trees, weird fig-trees / Made of thick smooth silver, / Made of sweet, untarnished silver in the sea-southern air -- / I say untarnished, but I mean opaque -- / Thick, smooth-fleshed silver, dull only as human limbs are dull / With the life-lustre, / Nude with the dim light of full, healthy life / That is always half-dark, / And suave like passion-flower petals, / Like passion-flowers, / With the half-secret gleam of a passion-flower hanging from the rock, / Great, complicated, nude fig-tree, stemless flower-mesh, / Flowerily naked in flesh, and giving off hues of life.
Rather like an octopus, but strange and sweet-myriad-limbed octopus; / Like a nude, like a rock-living, sweet-fleshed sea-anemone, / Flourishing from the rock in a mysterious arrogance.