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Green-muscled ocean Idol of many arms like an octopus Convulsive incorruptible chaos Ordered tumult Contorted dancer Surrounding the taut ships We traversed row on row of horses Shaking their manes in the trade winds The sea turned suddenly very young and very old Revealing beaches And a people Of just-created men still the colour of clay Still naked still in awe Sophia de Mello |
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