«Epitaphs of the War». 1914-1918. 25. A Drifter off Tarentum He from the wind-bitten North with ship and companions descended, Searching for eggs of death spawned by invisible hulls. Many he found and drew forth. Of a sudden the fishery ended In flame and a clamours breath known to the eye-pecking gulls. |
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