III.

Fascinated, my eyes, reverting from the south, dropped, to follow those

slender windrows,

Chaff, straw, splinters of wood, weeds, and the sea-gluten,

Scum, scales from shining rocks, leaves of salt-lettuce, left by the tide.

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