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“Oily Weather” by Ernest Hemingway 🇺🇸 (21 Jul 18992 Jul 1961)
The sea desires deep hulls—
It swells and rolls.
The screw churns a throb—
Driving, throbbing, progressing.
The sea rolls with love,
Surging, caressing,
Undulating its great loving belly.
The sea is big and old—
Throbbing ships scorn it.