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by Pavel Chichikov
They really are like islands –
When they rise the water greens,
Their backs soil-brown within a stronger blue
Deep in the sea a light-green light is rising,
A light is rising –
A sight and sound of breathing whales
An island rises, green of gardens and a brown,
A blood-hot brown Jerusalem
From underneath, St. Brendan
You did not lie, nor will the saint-pure traveler
When this Jerusalem
Arises like a city from the depths
