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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=384057" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Bight</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">At low tide like this how sheer the water is.<br>White, crumbling ribs of marl protrude and glare<br>and the boats are dry, the pilings dry as matches.<br>Absorbing, rather than being absorbed,<br>the water in the bight doesn't wet anything,<br>the color of the gas flame turned as low as possible.<br>One can smell it turning to gas; if one were Baudelaire<br>one could probably hear it turning to marimba music.<br>The little ocher dredge at work off the end of the dock<br>already plays the dry perfectly off-beat claves.<br>The birds are outsize. Pelicans crash<br>into this peculiar gas unnecessarily hard,<br>it seems to me, like pickaxes,<br>rarely coming up with anything to show for it,<br>and going off with humorous elbowings.<br>Black-and-white man-of-war birds soar<br>on impalpable drafts<br>and open their tails like scissors on the curves<br>or tense them like wishbones, till they tremble.<br>The frowsy sponge boats keep coming in<br>with the obliging air of retrievers,<br>bristling with jackstraw gaffs and hooks<br>and decorated with bobbles of sponges.<br>There is a fence of chicken wire along the dock<br>where, glinting like little plowshares,<br>the blue-gray shark tails are hung up to dry<br>for the Chinese-restaurant trade.<br>Some of the little white boats are still piled up<br>against each other, or lie on their sides, stove in,<br>and not yet salvaged, if they ever will be, from the last bad storm,<br>like torn-open, unanswered letters.<br>The bight is littered with old correspondences.<br>Click. Click. Goes the dredge,<br>and brings up a dripping jawful of marl.<br>All the untidy activity continues,<br>awful but cheerful.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Elizabeth+Bishop">Elizabeth Bishop</a><div class=q>
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White, crumbling ribs of marl protrude and glare
and the boats are dry, the pilings dry as matches.
Absorbing, rather than being absorbed,
the water in the bight doesn't wet anything,
the color of the ..."></div>
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