Marine

Chariots of silver and copper -

Prows of steel and silver -

Stir up the foam -

Lift up the roots of bramble,

The currents of the land,

And the immense tracks of the ebb,

Running out in a circle towards the east,

Toward the pillars of the forest,

Toward the piles of the jetty,

Whose corner is struck by whirlpools of light.