Trees rising straight without the least transition
a woman tall and unexpected like the trees those
elegant and witty scented pines
terrace after terrace falling to the seas
two seas
the one hemmed in with castles jetties moles
a swarm of pink-roofed houses over there, boats swimming, bathers, sharks
domestic contemplative sea: but to the right
untouched the seven million waves to Africa.
Three hundred suns the tramontane
three hundred moons and Venus and the Pleiades
weave the year through the needles of the pines
the turning years the centuries.