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Oval mirror of the sea,
age-warped isle waved and cloudy,
each angle crystalline and salty.
my lens into reality.

Point of space just visible,
focus of beams ineffable,
swith of signals transmissible,
receiver of voices inaudible

At time's edge. No need have I to shout
in fear about this death of mine.
And any creature here is glad
to offer you a glass of wine.


Translated by Kevin Carey


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Added: 16 Feb 2003 | Last Read: 5 Sep 2026 8:10 AM | Viewed: 5505 times

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