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  I wanted to be sure to reach you;
  though my ship was on the way it got caught
  in some moorings. I am always tying up
  and then deciding to depart. In storms and
  at sunset, with the metallic coils of the tide
  around my fathomless arms, I am unable
  to understand the forms of my vanity
  or I am hard alee with my Polish rudder
  in my hand and the sun sinking. To
  you I offer my hull and the tattered cordage
  of my will. The terrible channels where
  the wind drives me against the brown lips
  of the reeds are not all behind me. Yet
  I trust the sanity of my vessel; and
  if it sinks, it may well be in answer
  to the reasoning of the eternal voices,
  the waves which have kept me from reaching you.

  -Frank O'Hara

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