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Winning Poems in the Summer School Poetry Contest

Smiling, unaware.

I swore my love. And felt your hands

Tremble in my hair.

So swore the netted mackerel

And felt the haul-ropes pull

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So swore in the hair of the hurricane

The blind and baffled gull.

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Cold end of night where the smoky light

Whirls on the tide-ribbed sand. . .

Above the mist a gull's faint crying

Confounds the sea and land.

I stood by the tangled drift-nets;

The bride-bells searched me down

Uncoiling through the silver mist

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