wavespeech

In long lassoes from the Cock lake the water flowed
full, covering greengoldenly lagoons of sand, rising,
flowing. My ashplant will float away. I shall wait. No, they
will pass on, passing, chafing against the low rocks,
swirling, passing. Better get this job over quick. Listen: a
fourworded wavespeech: seesoo, hrss, rsseeiss, ooos.
Vehement breath of waters amid seasnakes, rearing horses,
rocks. In cups of rocks it slops: flop, slop, slap: bounded in
barrels. And, spent, its speech ceases. It flows purling,
widely flowing, floating foampool, flower unfurling.
Under the upswelling tide he saw the writhing weeds
lift languidly and sway reluctant arms, hising up their
petticoats, in whispering water swaying and upturning coy
silver fronds. Day by day: night by night: lifted, flooded
and let fall. Lord, they are weary; and, whispered to, they
sigh. Saint Ambrose heard it, sigh of leaves and waves,
waiting, awaiting the fullness of their times, diebus ac
noctibus iniurias patiens ingemiscit. To no end gathered;
vainly then released, forthflowing, wending back: loom of
the moon. Weary too in sight of lovers, lascivious men, a
naked woman shining in her courts, she draws a toil of
waters.