The poem
1 (Windless Summer)
Between the glass panes of the sea are pressed Patterns of fronds, and the bronze tracks of fishes.
2 (Winter)
Foam-ropes lasso the seal-black shiny rocks, Noosing, slipping and noosing again for ever.
3 (Windy Summer)
Over-sea going, under returning, meet And make a wheel, a shell, to hold the sun.