Hermes, Playing, Facing
of white Welcoming
Shelters,
poplar-shaded,
the shore-grass.
over dubious sea
ways, torn
weather, the ground
hill, below the shadow
of dunes
The many great trees
And there is
Hermes, Hermes
From west,
twisted on
sea-mist
more have gnashed
waited, teeth
the water
my ankles
sails and sea,
twisted mast
called by
the wayfarers
in the wind, hard
answers
It is in chance that we find you
and in chance that you find us
