“as if swaying were its form of stillness”

“Seaweed sways and sways and swirls. 

As if swaying were its form of stillness

and if it flushes against a fierce rock,

it slips over it as shadows do,

without hurting itself.”

-D.H.Lawrence.

Salmon Coast Field Station (Gilford Island)

Salmon Coast Field Station (Gilford Island)

What a pleasing poem! Something about it makes me feel all warm and content. This is the kind of poem that must be shared.

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