Seaspin by Gregory Nunzio Corso

To drown to be slow hair
To be fish minstrelry
One eye to flick and stare
The fathomed wreck to see –
Forever down to drown
Descend the squid’s conclave
Black roof the whale’s belly
Oyster floor the grave –

My sea-ghost rise
And slower hair
Silverstreaks my eyes
Up up I whirl
And wonder where –

To breathe in Neptune’s cup
Nudge gale and tempest
Feel the mermaid up
To stay to pin my hair
On the sea-horse’s stirrup— –

From: https://terebess.hu/english/corso.html#kind

Date: 1960

By: Gregory Nunzio Corso (1930-2001)

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