Tuesday, January 11, 2011

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The river is within us, the sea is all about us;
The sea is the land's edge also, the granite
Into which it reaches, the beaches where it tosses
Its hint of earlier and other creation;
The starfish, the hermit crab, the whale's backbone;
The pools where it offers to our curiosity
The more delicate algae and the sea anemone.
It tosses up our losses, the torn seine
The shattered lobster pot, the broken oar
And the gear of foreign dead men. The sea has
       .many voices,
Many gods and many voices.


                                                                                               T.S.ELIOT




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