for a poemNeeds multitude, multitudes of thoughts, all fierce, all flesh-eaters, musically clamorousBright hawks that hover and dart headlong, and ungainlyGray hungers fledged with desire of transgression, salt slimed beaks, from the sharpRock-shores of the world and the secret waters.
-Robinson Jeffers
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