| They say the sea is cold, but the sea contains
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| The hottest blood of all, and the wildest, the most urgent
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| All the whales in the wider deeps, hot are they, as they urge
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| On and on, and dive beneath the icebergs
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| The right whales, the sperm-whales, the hammer-heads, the killers
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| There they blow, there they blow, hot wild white breath out of
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| The sea!
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| And they rock, and they rock, through the sensual ageless ages
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| On the depths of the seven seas
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| And through the salt they reel with drunk delight
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| And in the tropics tremble they with love
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| And roll with massive, strong desire, like gods
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| And enormous mother whales lie dreaming suckling their whale-
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| Tender young
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| And dreaming with strange whale eyes wide open in the waters of
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| The beginning and the end
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| And all this happens in the sea, in the salt
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| Where God is also love, but without words:
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| And Aphrodite is the wife of whales
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| Most happy, happy she!
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| And Venus among the fishes skips and is a she-dolphin
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| She is the gay, delighted porpoise sporting with love and the sea
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| She is the female tunny-fish, round and happy among the males
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| And dense with happy blood, dark rainbow bliss in the sea |