Classic Poem

The sea that encloses her young body
ula lu la lu
is the sea of many arms —

The blazing secrecy of noon is undone
and and and
the broken sand is the sound of love —

The flesh is firm that turns in the sea
O la la O
the sea that is cold with dead men's tears —

Deeply the wooing that penetrated
to the edge of the sea
returns in the plash of the waves —

a wink over the shoulder
large as the ocean —
with wave following wave to the edge

Oom barroom

It is the cold of the sea
broken upon the sand by the force
of the moon —

In the sea the young flesh playing
floats with the cries of far off men
who rise in the sea

with green arms
to homage again the fields over there
where the night is deep —

la lu la lu
but lips too few
assume the new — marruu

Underneath the sea where it is dark
there is no edge