Ocean
It dreams in the deepest sleep, it remembers the storm last month or it feels the far storm.
Off Unalaska and the lash of the sea-rain.
It is never mournful but wise, and takes the magical misrule of the steep world
With strong tolerance, its depth is not moved
From where the green sun fails to where the thin red clay lies on the basalt
And there has never been light nor life.
The black crystal, the untroubled fountain, the roots of endurance.
Therefore
I belted
The house and the tower and courtyard with stone,
And have planted the naked foreland with future forest toward noon and morning: for it told me,
The time I was gazing in the black crystal,
To be faithful in storm, patient of fools, tolerant of memories and the muttering prophets,
It is needful to have night in one's body.
Off Unalaska and the lash of the sea-rain.
It is never mournful but wise, and takes the magical misrule of the steep world
With strong tolerance, its depth is not moved
From where the green sun fails to where the thin red clay lies on the basalt
And there has never been light nor life.
The black crystal, the untroubled fountain, the roots of endurance.
Therefore
I belted
The house and the tower and courtyard with stone,
And have planted the naked foreland with future forest toward noon and morning: for it told me,
The time I was gazing in the black crystal,
To be faithful in storm, patient of fools, tolerant of memories and the muttering prophets,
It is needful to have night in one's body.
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