Green sea-tarnished copper
And sea-tarnished gold
Of cupolas.Sea-runnelled streets
Channelled by salt air
That wears the white stone.The sunlight-filled cistern
Of a dry-dock. Square shadows.
Sun-slatted smoke above meticulous stooping of cranes.Water pressed up by ships' prows
Going, coming.City dust turned
Back by the sea-wind's
Wall.
And sea-tarnished gold
Of cupolas.Sea-runnelled streets
Channelled by salt air
That wears the white stone.The sunlight-filled cistern
Of a dry-dock. Square shadows.
Sun-slatted smoke above meticulous stooping of cranes.Water pressed up by ships' prows
Going, coming.City dust turned
Back by the sea-wind's
Wall.
