Best Tropics Poems

Of asphodel, that greeny flower,
like a buttercup
upon its branching stem-
save that it's green and wooden-
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This is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks,
Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight,
Stand like Druids of eld, with voices sad and prophetic,
Stand like harpers hoar, with beards that rest on their bosoms.
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Fit the First
THE LANDING

'Just the place for a Snark!' the Bellman cried,
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Bananas ripe and green, and ginger-root,
Cocoa in pods and alligator pears,
And tangerines and mangoes and grape fruit,
Fit for the highest prize at parish fairs,
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Dürer would have seen a reason for living
in a town like this, with eight stranded whales
to look at; with the sweet sea air coming into your house
on a fine day, from water etched
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The fat lady came out first,
tearing out roots and moistening drumskins.
The fat lady
who turns dying octopuses inside out.
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Let us not talk philosophy, drop it, Jeanne.
So many words, so much paper, who can stand it.
I told you the truth about my distancing myself.
I've stopped worrying about my misshapen life.
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'These Tourists, heaven preserve us! needs must live
A profitable life: some glance along,
Rapid and gay, as if the earth were air,
And they were butterflies to wheel about
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They say the sea is cold, but the sea contains
the hottest blood of all, and the wildest, the most urgent.

All the whales in the wider deeps, hot are they, as they urge
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The Bellman's Speech

The Bellman himself they all praised to the skies--
Such a carriage, such ease and such grace!
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Oh, it's dreadful to think in a country like this
With its chances for work - and enjoyment
That a man like McGuinness was certain to miss
Whenever he tried for employment.
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To go home and wear shorts forever
in the enormous paddocks, in that warm climate,
adding a sweater when winter soaks the grass,
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Lord, Thou hast made this world below the shadow of a dream,
An', taught by time, I tak' it so -- exceptin' always Steam.
From coupler-flange to spindle-guide I see Thy Hand, O God --
Predestination in the stride o' yon connectin'-rod.
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Lord, Thou hast made this world below the shadow of a dream,
An', taught by time, I tak' it so -- exceptin' always Steam.
From coupler-flange to spindle-guide I see Thy Hand, O God --
Predestination in the stride o' yon connectin'-rod.
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'Ave you 'eard o' the Widow at Windsor
With a hairy gold crown on 'er 'ead?
She 'as ships on the foam -- she 'as millions at 'ome,
An' she pays us poor beggars in red.
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An idle rhyme of the summer time,
Sweet, and solemn, and tender;
Fair with the haze of the moon's pale rays,
Bright with the sunset's splendour.
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From the metal poppy
this good blast of trance
arriving as shock, private cloudburst blazing down,
worst in a boarding-house greased tub, or a barrack with competitions,
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The Teen Flower Arranger

Decades ago I arranged flowers
not as my profession,
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While now the Pole Star sinks from sight
The Southern Cross it climbs the sky;
But losing thee, my love, my light,
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NEAR to the bank of the river, o'ershadowed by oaks, from whose branches
Garlands of Spanish moss and of mystic mistletoe flaunted,
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Fruit without a stone, its shiny
pulp is clear green. Inside, tiny
black microdot seeds. Skin
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Thus continually towards the dark azure,
Where the sea of topazes shimmers,
Will function in your evening
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South and far south below the Line,
Our Admiral leads us on,
Above, undreamed-of planets shine--
The stars we know are gone.
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Why do we pity those who weep? The pain
That finds a ready outlet in the flow
Of salt and bitter tears is blessed woe,
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He had just celebrated,
with kindred friends and spirits
his seventieth.
The guests now gone
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Cold, Cold Feet
You feel: I always get cold feet
In this, your roomful society
It’s not through lack of courage, you'll see
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Yes, dear Enchantress,—­wandering far and long,
In realms unperfumed by the breath of song,
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El mar como un vasto cristal azogado
refleja la lámina de un cielo de zinc;
lejanas bandadas de pájaros manchan
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Sunny summer Sunday in the tropics yippee!
Here Brazil's smell sweetest. Gay's feel brightest
Nature and frolic twist's untamed
Content and delight's well enlaced
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In memory of Father Flye, 1884-1985


The strange and wonderful are too much with us.
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I
Sunrise in the Tropics

Sol, Sol, mighty lord of the tropic zone,
Here I wait with the trembling stars
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Come in enter the poem
why stand there like an iceberg out of sorts
in the tropics dripping noise baked
in fiery waters.
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The flickering, dreamy firelight, does a sultry dance,
Upon the walls of cozy evening, at autumn's arrival.
The fading sun left its memory, the crackling flames;
And bluebird sings sunshine in lush, scented tropics.
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Mango fruits are exotic fruits
They are rightly called
Mango—The King of fruits!
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Today's View

today's view is full of emerald green,
you know about that belt of emerald
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Dear common flower, that grow'st beside the way,
Fringing the dusty road with harmless gold,
First pledge of blithesome May,
Which children pluck, and, full of pride uphold
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THERE once was a time when, as old songs prove it,
The earth was not round, but an endless plain;
The sea was as wide as the heavens above it—
Just millions of miles, and begin again.
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WE were down in the Indian Ocean, after sperm, and three years out;
The last six months in the tropics, and looking in vain for a spout,—
Five men up on the royal yards, weary of straining their sight;
And every day like its brother,—just morning and noon and night—
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'Bright plates and pannikins
To sail the seas around,
And a new donkey's breakfast
For the outward bound!'
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LOVE we the warmth and light of tropic lands,
The strange bright fruit, the feathery fanspread leaves,
The glowing mornings and the mellow eves,
The strange shells scattered on the golden sands,
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As I was walking down the street
A week ago,
Near Henderson's I chanced to meet
A man I know.
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...a voice like
the silent melody of a falling snow
gently brushing my face
unhurriedly,
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Merdeka! The slogan for the freedom of Indonesia,
freed from greedy foreign powers.

Happy Independence Day
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So what if it hurts me?
You carelessly dancing with the Sun...
Mired deeply in your belicose attitude...
Feeling no remorse of what you have done.
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King Solomon drew merchantmen,
Because of his desire
For peacocks, apes, and ivory,
From Tarshish unto Tyre:
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Before having known
The black mexican dogs
Who sleep without dreaming
The butt-naked monkeys
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It was a bed of leaves,
skunk cabbage to be exact.
The urges have it, someone said
at that re-union in the smallest of,
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Heed me, feed me, I am hungry, I am red-tongued with desire;
Boughs of balsam, slabs of cedar, gummy fagots of the pine,
Heap them on me, let me hug them to my eager heart of fire,
Roaring, soaring up to heaven as a symbol and a sign.
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To the world-wanderer Samarkand is near,
The broad Pacific but a narrow strait.
To him old China at the Asian gate
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A rainbow of serrated globes,
Friends to the water lilies,
Floats in a sculptured pool.
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300 wear a mask weeps bitterly roams about farmer
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300 wear a mask weeps bitterly roams about farmer Feng Wen the Shu -- mulberry grove -- size frog to do to 2003,3,20, afternoon the farmer which completes inside the Qinghai-Tibet Plain iceberg to the evening 10 o'clock 45 minute, in that Mount Everest Bai Xuezhong on the day after day giant black flag giant black flag burns do the fiery red sorrowful two characters, why male occupy male to occupy in the world ridge? ' The black flag with ours relations, the relations is that black flag is our farmer is angry, the pain, roars the soul, roars soul.300 spirits suffocate in the throat is resounding the startling thunderclap which weeps bitterly, weeps bitterly the startling thunderclap potential pulls out the tropics the startling thunderclap, four oceans Tao sounds. The Tao sound ' the others cannot see, I can see pitifully, the pitiful farmer's sob.' Asia sends the chest sound from the distant place which this heaves a sigh, melancholy, vigorous, low and deep, filled with grief. Alone, the terror locks me above that Qinghai-Tibet Plain, looks the native country sky sunlight, the sunlight not obviously, only has weeps bitterly, looks the native country mountains and rivers spring breeze, the spring breeze not obviously, only has weeps bitterly. ' Listens to the farmer tear the sea space to come, the space comes in this tear to have the time to give farmer's misery toxin, this farmer poisonously cried 素 心 in to want to feel better some.' The group valley flies in the tear flows is conversing in a low voice, farmer's micro bright tear flows to the dark night deep place. Cries the blood cuckoo in the snowflake the wail, the clear ape cries in Wan Zhongshan. Inside the Qinghai-Tibet Plain iceberg 300 wear a mask weeps bitterly roams about the farmer, you said the tear is in your blood the final gold coin? You said has the conscience with this gold coin to each the star to complain? You said in your blood the beautiful spring day by the village in the extremely evil official, the bandit, organized crime is snatched? You said in your blood the water seepage, the countryside is snatched by the wolf black heart and lungs devil? You said you have imprisoned the goddess of vengeance in the earth deep place? You said in your blood the lovable homeland is turned by the robber has put out a hand not to see the five fingers the jail? You said on this earth everywhere is the another region? You said your world the misery, the infinite pain, is congealing astringently, on the pitiful peak roams about? Beautiful, good, dignified, honest farmer! Please stop sobbing, is sorrowful! You cry the blood dyed on the red this mountain the white snow, restrains grief! Asks you to restore calmly! The beggar also has nine years to beg for food transports, a person three poor three rich to is not old. I heard formerly was lifting Pekinese dog's landlord with the sedan chair, bluffed and bluster the landlord in front of the poor person, by the time flood, has been already destroyed the name, let the person forever forget, I heard the since time immemorial how many wealthy men, by the time iron hammer, have been already destroyed the name, let the person forever forget, was these people to poor person's robbing, dug the eternal grave for these people. Let me praise you, is you uses the grain which the most precious life trades, has supported me, in my heart the most lovable beautiful farmer, you are in my mind the great motion poet, you broadly have not been shamed by our China tens of thousands of miles earth fresh green multi- colors the rosy cloud cloud the poems, I meet the eternal the poverty, the sob, crazy. I remembered Emperor Taitsung of Tang warns the crown prince, when 穿 衣 吃 饭 must think the worker, the farmer, this is sacred, on the beautiful China land, which piece of crops, which orchard isn't you bleeds the perspiration to trade, you most precious life rivers, youth,
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One fairest of the ripe unwedded left
Her shadow on the Sage's path; he found,
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Ingoldsby
Year by year do Beauty's daughters,
In the sweetest gloves and shawls,
Troop to taste the Chattenham waters,
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I went searching for the sunshine;
I could not take the winter cold.
The silver moon deceived my vision;
the sun became my only gold.
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Your brother will trim my hedges!
They darken your house,
Nosy grower,
Mole on my shoulder,
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A LONE rose in a garden burned—a quivering flame,
But yesterday blindly from out the bud it came;
And now an envious wind with itching fingers leant
And touched its lingering beauty, and the petals went
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NIGHT waned and wasted, and the fading stars
Died out like lamps that long survived a feast,
And the moon, pale with watching, sank to rest
Behind the cloud-piled ramparts of the main.
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There are days when you wish
you were lazing on a sunny beach
in the tropics somewhere.
Sitting under a palm tree
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a bit too the heat
is too hot
here
is now
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BOMBAY

Royal and Dower-royal, I the Queen
Fronting thy richest sea with richer hands --
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Just written media August 2011.

Recently last July I was invited
by a good friend to come to Paris.
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I steel myself in the tropics
to hide from a patch of snow
that lingers in my memory
no matter where I go
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Whistling foggy wind blows
From the sahara desert in Africa
Across the savannah grassland
Deep down into the tropical rain forests
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Part ONE:

The Garden
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She actually isn't mine at all.
Jack Russell Terrier called Hoolie.
Replacement for the one who did
with canine curiosity, while daring fate
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If the necessity of life's' call is same
Why does it keep rolling like a ball game?
If I were a bird, I'll fly from one fruit tree to the other
If I were a lion, I'll dominate from one jungle to the other
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Energized
by the scent of mesmerized women of a south sea shore,
men went to that shore
and mesmerized the women the more.
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OUR prison house extends so wide
It walls the farthest Oceans’ tide,
Enarches every Tropics bloom,
And gives the opposing Arctics room.
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The cretonne in your willow chair
Shows through a zone of rosy air,
A tree of parrots, agate-eyed,
With blue-green crests and plumes of pride
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America! God gave you broadful landings
Designated mountains, valleys, tropics.
With measures of shady green pastures
To keep the Promised Land, Showing. America! God gave you beautiful children
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In the Snowy mountain country where the Snowy river flow
The temperatures at zero and the winds of Winter blow
And the hungry fox is barking out there on the moonlit hill
His voice re-echoes in the silence something loud and wild and shrill.
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Deep in the tropics of a warm
night, I see you standing there.

Lazy, sticky breezes blow from
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the whole day
the coconut leaves rustle
and punctuate
our tete a tete
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At the shopping centre.
I saw Santa.
Jolly old man he wasn't.
Body Mass Index about 50.
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Botanical

Botanists at Botany Bay,
Observing structure and classification,
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I weep for the hills laid waste by darkest night.
I weep for the rivers frozen in coldest ebony.
I weep for shadows of trees and the failing sun.
I weep for the tropics of paradise and the sea.
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Pretty Pink Striped Trumpets
Green foliage nesting floret stem
A promise of foursome sung
Thus began we an affaire 'de couer'
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The weather
Has gone
From winter to summer
In one week
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spent hours
watching
fruit bats
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spent hours
watching
fruit bats
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Des bananes mures et vertes, et du cacao,
A la racine de gigembre et des poires d'avocat,
Et des mandarines et des mangues et du pamplemousse,
Bons au prix le plus haut aux foires de paroisse,
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September
Is my month.
Virgo
By birth.
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if winter was a day
yet I would long for spring
for the tropics are untrue
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I am weary of the tropics
yet I will never leave her

I am weary of the endless heat
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A humid breeze was there.
It is getting warm again in the tropics
Sticky with March flies and Mozzies
My M and M's
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Did you,
on the way to Kolkata,
travel back in time,
past remorse, pain, grief and crime,
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When I was a child, I learned to know you from the teachers.
Who always said: 'You must be proud to be Indonesian children.'
Your country is located in the tropics and passed by the Equator causing Indonesia has a diversity of plants, coral reefs, animals, and so on.
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You fell for a voice behind those poetic words
Well, carefully read this again
Stop fantasizing
Start looking
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The Queensland sun shines early in the morning
And keeps on burning hotter through the day
And though the Parklands watered by the sprinklers
Through the pale green patches of brown through gray.
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Touching breeze in a merry mask
Held ransom all day in a cherry task
On the twelfth moonlight so bright and shine
Enticing men from their lonely hideout shrine
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CRADLE ROCKED

When the pond was smashed
by his clenched fist..
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He:
I really think it's only fair
We exchange our vows en plein air
For I am old and you are young
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I am learning to see:
Long dark streets, a certain wall,
The intestines of houses left open to the sky,
Pipes hanging like disconnected throats.
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In Meeniyan the short billed corellas are squawking as above the Village they fly
Towards the gum trees that stand by the old creek that flows through the paddocks nearby
By their voices they cannot be mistaken them one never ought to get wrong
They squawk on the gum trees in the paddocks all through the year and all day long,
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If I could only relive my life
Just to undo the mistakes and relinquish my strife
To remove the errors that I once had done
And maybe forget something, or even someone
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A rare gem sparkling in the Tropics
Longing to be appraised; a people of the Golden
Chersonese, their lingo so rich you can find
Strong traces of the whole world here!
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Pink Sands Beach
the lady's pink swimming suit
painted orange
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Smacking the earth like an angry teacher
Pelting the green
Thick rain, thunderous rain, tumultuous rain
Pouring from a hidden vessel in the clouds
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It is raining rivers
All night long-steamy
It is raining this early morn
as I write these lines
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Dreams - dreams - dreams
Of faraway lands and faraway places,
Strange, foreign names and strange, foreign faces;
Dreams of the sea and dreams of the ocean
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