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NOVEMBER
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Robin Fry
DAY OUT
Walking on alo w cliff edge,
We watchedtwosealsatsea.
Westaredatthem —theystaredatus,
with expressions of curiosity.
They disappearedandreappeared,
seemedtofollowusfora mileortwo,
andverysoon webeganto wonder
just who was watching who.
Perhapsit was their day out
and we wereexhibits
intheir zoo.
Nigel Gray
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th
MYSONG
(EXTRACT)
I si n g t h e o c e a n
with wading birds and gullsin constant motion.
Mysongis ofthesu m mer’searlylight
of winter’s windandrainatdark midnight.
th
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th
the plovers oftheshore
played about
wetti ng t heir feet
Yosa Buson,
translated by R. H. Blyth
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