This series features the Florida Prickly Cockle -- Trachycardium egmontianum
not to be confused with the Giant Heart Cockle -- Dinocardium robustum, i think this is the western FL vanhyningi subspecies. but one cockle at a time...
Neruda: 'I grew up drenched in natural waters
like the mollusk in the phosphorous sea.
In me the crusty salt resounded
and formed my singular skeleton.
how to explain--almost without
the blue and bitter rhythm of breathing,
one by one the waves repeated
what I sensed and trembled with
until salt and spray formed me:
the wave's rejection and desire,
the green rhythm which at its most secret
raised up a transparent tower.
It kept that secret and all at once
I felt that I was beating with it,
that my song was growing with the water.' ~ "Tides" by Pablo Neruda, translation by Alastair Reid, 1964.
Nemerov: 'He holds a volume open in his hands
Sepia portraits of the hairy great,
The presidents and poets in their beards
Alike, simplified histories of the wars,
Conundrums, quizzes, riddles, games and poems,
“Immortal Poems”; at least he can’t forget them,
Barbara Fritchey and the Battle Hymn,
And best of all America the Beautiful,
Whose platitudinous splendors ended with
“From sea to shining sea”, and made him cry
And wish to be a poet, only to say such things,
From sea to shining sea. Could that have been
Where it began? The vast pudding of knowledge,
With poetry rare as raisins in the midst
Of those gold-lettered volumes black and green?
Mere piety to think so. But being now
As near his deathday as his birthday then,
He would acknowledge all he will not know,
The silent library brooding through the night
With all its lights continuing to burn
Insomniac, a luxury liner on what sea
Unfathomable of ignorance who could say?
And poetry, as steady, still, and rare
As the lighthouses now unmanned and obsolete
That used to mark America’s dangerous shores.' ~ "Boy With Book of Knowledge" by Howard Nemerov, 1975.