Our shells clacked on the plates
My tongue was a filling estuary
My palate hung with starlight. . . alive and violated
They lay on their beds of ice
Bivalves: the split bulb
And philandering sigh of ocean
- Seamus Heaney
My tongue was a filling estuary
My palate hung with starlight. . . alive and violatedThey lay on their beds of ice
Bivalves: the split bulb
And philandering sigh of ocean
- Seamus Heaney
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