PART THREE
The Carrion Spring
The flowers of the sea are brief,
Lost flowers of the sea,
Salt petal, bitter leaf,
The fruitless tree—
The flowers of the sea are blown
Dead, they blossom in death:
The sea furrows are sown
With a cold breath.
I heard in my heart all night
The sea crying, Come home,
Come home. I thought of the white
Cold flowers of foam.
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