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Ezra Pound - Sub Mare
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It is, and is not, I am sane enough,
Since you have come this place has hovered round me,
This fabrication built of autumn roses,
Then there`s a goldish colour, different.

And one gropes in these things as delicate
Algæ reach up and out, beneath
Pale slow green surgings of the underwave,
`Mid these things older than the names they have,
These things that are familiears of the god.
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