Poems

THE SLOW PACIFIC SWELL, exerpt
Yvor Winters

Far out of sight forever stands the sea,
bounding the land with pale tranquility.
When a small child, I watched it from a hill
At thirty miles or more. The vision still
lies in the eye, soft blue and far away:



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