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Lawrence Sail was born in London in 1942 and brought up in Exeter. He read French and German...
Sea-marks
I recall their ancient look –
a fez tasselled with weed,
or a light in a black cage
buttoned into the ocean;
and that instant of pause when,
rounding one, going about
in a sizzle of foam, the boat
has not yet gathered way
again, or got the bone
between its teeth. But then
as it sets to, braces itself,
tautens, heels to the wind,
the sudden sense of lift,
of an altogether new
exultation fine as spindrift.
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