<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=400882" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Seas closed above</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">We left Thule's icy moorings, three days ago, <br>13 hundred miles SW of Greenland, regards<br>from cumuli down on side-scuttles the snow, <br>memory of your figure still, amid dockyards..</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Daffodil blossoms, bloom today, in my yard, <br>my goals will meet my end in voids dimension, <br>a ghostly sonar blinks, our entreats en guard, <br>of no warm recounting, January of ascension.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">January, day twenty one, a latent still embrace, <br>A flash of Centauri, bad weather, fromward aft<br>our beckoning to you, fog's horizontal trace, <br>Maenads of us inherited, envious of this path.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Recall our summer of eighteen, a twinge within, <br>my soul's obtusion golden cross, I tightly clench, <br>our dreams on nimbus are, you, my Naiad kin, <br>dum dum, diesels oddly hum, and decks drench.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The stars of south shined eery-like, so, I knew, <br>from arctic we away edged, upon deathly links, <br>at 63 N,30 W, our twilight souls withdrew, <br>our cargo sided the wind oblong, and final brinks.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">January 't was, 'n' we immersed to Triton forts, <br>it was your smile a sea gull's flight in our cove, <br>it was a sweetest rain of afternoon, a dim deport, <br>felt of your glance as foreign seas, closed above..</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Giorgio+Veneto">Giorgio Veneto</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=400882" data-title="Seas closed above de Giorgio Veneto" data-description="We left Thule's icy moorings, three days ago, 13 hundred miles SW of Greenland, regards from cumuli down on side-scuttles the snow, memory of your figure still, amid dockyards.. Daffodil blossoms, bloom today, in my yard, my goals will meet my..."></div> </div> </div>

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