Thursday, January 12, 2012

The Wreck Of The Thresher Comments

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I stand on the ledge where rock runs into the river
As the night turns brackish with morning, and mourn the drowned.
Here the sea is diluted with river; I watch it slaver
Like a dog curing of rabies. Its ravening over,
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William Morris Meredith Jr.
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