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Gull Beach

Gull Beach

 

The three of gulls have flapped it southwards.

With eyes that see fairly and clearly

Only now and again

 

I look upon the seas cold castle and gallery.

It’s beginning to rain.

A cavalcade of slack-skinned cattle

 

Surprise me coming down the grey platform,

Sand spreading beneath their hooves,

Shaggy burgundy and white,

 

These...

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Crab Fisherman

Crab Fisherman

He peers over the edge, measures out the line, then
lets drop his cloth bundle of bacon and trimmed fat,
and pulls them up, horned and furious,
two or three at a time, again and again,
their claws caught in his clever weave.

He carries them home for tea at seven,
twelve dancing crabs in a bucket of water....

 

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Crab Fisherman

Crab Fisherman

 

He peers over the edge, measures out the line, then

lets drop his cloth bundle of bacon and trimmed fat,

and pulls them up, horned and furious,

two or three at a time, again and again,

their claws caught in his clever weave.

 

He carries them home for tea at seven,

twelve dancing crabs in a bucket of water.

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