Monday, April 23, 2007

some places... are unforgettable ...

To Norline

This beach will remain empty
For more slate-colored dawns
Of lines the surf continually
Erases with its sponge,
And someone else will come
From the still-sleeping house,
To memorize this passage
Of a salt-sipping torn,
Like when some line on a page
Is loved, and it’s hard to turn.
Derek Walcott

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