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MarinaBy T.S. Eliot Quis hic locus, quae regio, quae mundi plaga? What seas what shores what grey rocks and what islandsWhat water lapping the bowAnd scent of pine and the woodthrush singing through the fogWhat images returnO my daughter. Those who sharpen the tooth of the dog, meaningDeathThose who glitter with the glory of theContinue reading “Marina ; T S Eliot : : Daughters Poem : :”