"Prelude for Grains of Sand"Beyond the harbor with its tackle and roped mats,
beyond the coastal shelf's lampshells and bladderwrack,
where beds of mussels clack,
where barnacles ad wentletrap crack the green hooks,
where cockle and quahog drift through dulse,
sea whip, urchin, blood star,
you sang to me, angel of unknowing, angel of nothing,
you sang me beyond song.
--Suji Kwock Kim
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