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For Aurélie by Elizabeth Cook

Stay your course, and do not trim
Your sails to reach me drifting
I want neither warmth nor rescue
From the autumn waves’ crashing

But to know the great and empty cold
Of the sea seeping through my body
To look upon the final visage of
Heaven and water’s wedded unity

For my bridal suit is yellowing
In a chest of cedar, miles away
With flowers from my darling fair
Pressed and preserved against decay

I want neither warmth nor rescue
I have chosen the coffin of the sea
For there is no precious Aurélie
To wait in the window for me

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