strange seas have locked across my eyes,
thick in the twilight undersea
unheard-of-silence heard these cries.
Out of the glimmer of green waters
the ringing deafness of dark seas,
such dim-begotten sons and daughters
of love and cold flesh death are these:
Uncertain are they hunting on
and all their faith’s inconstancy;
they are who touch and straight are gone
yet have no other where to be.
--Allen Curnow (1911-2001) New Zealand poet and reporter, from Valley of Decision, 1933
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