the sea

supple f a ll a l e n g t h of it taken into the rise again and
the skin thick as sleep the
skin draws like an ankle
strengthening into step the
skin of the sea plastered with wind
passing on and on the darkness of
summer clouds.
sandstone gathered and laid like canvas in that motion
a bottle rolling below deck the
cliffs galing with leaves and the
halyard winds caught up
and down draughting.
under the skin the light spun down over weed fish stare
blind as omen until the
diviner’s hand releases
their sense a felt
turning together.
your gaze cupped in air
and glass the motion
working your body loose
of its w e i g h t.
along the h o r i zon the sky where the sun packs its midday
fall into a hue like
the rubbed blue-grey of shells still
b i t t e r with dead sea-growth the sky suggests
sea-cloud the finished crests
a base line of ocean /
auckland
july 1989
Copyright ©1989 Peter Le Baige. All Rights Reserved
From the opening adagio of String Quartet No. 14, Op. 131 by
Ludwig van Beethoven, interpreted by the Takács Quartet
The original typography of this piece is shown in the link here below:
the sea
set to one of the late quartets it reads as if the Sea is tasked to perform a difficult, slightly rewarding task
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Brilliant, Dean! I’d say the sea’s task is, regrettably, even less than rewarding (but I can’t be absolutely sure)…
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