610
TI
Juliana Gift
... though a sailor, and though a Midshipman:
unattainable the Coast.
Well for You to me — desperation?
For what such sins?..
... astrolabe... the wheel... compass...
The shaft of the ninth... followed by the calm...
Well for You I Island
up to a million miles?
Which is to swim = to disappear.
And cannot have — not to sail...
... silent saints and shmandy"...
Well, for what am I to you?
... though a sailor, and though a Midshipman:
unattainable the Coast.
Well for You to me — desperation?
For what such sins?..
... astrolabe... the wheel... compass...
The shaft of the ninth... followed by the calm...
Well for You I Island
up to a million miles?
Which is to swim = to disappear.
And cannot have — not to sail...
... silent saints and shmandy"...
Well, for what am I to you?
