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IV.
CATTERED Moluccas
Not knowing, day to day,
The first days end, in the next noon;
The placid water
Unbroken by the Simoon;
Thick foliage
Placid beneath warm suns,
Tawn fore-shores
Washed in the cobalt of oblivions;
Or through dawn-mist
The grey and rose
Of the juridical
Flamingoes;
A consciousness disjunct,
Being but this overblotted
Series
Of intermittences;
Coracle of Pacific voyages,
The unforecasted beach:
Then on an oar
Read this:
"I was
And I no more exist;
Here drifted
An hedonist"
