Robin Robertson's poem Argentiera, from The Picador Book of Forty



Under the ruins of the old silver-mine

the sea is wild. Children go in

off these rocks all summer 


and the waves, like their lives, raise them up

and let them down,

haul them up and drop them – 


except for one swimmer, and the one great wave

that won’t stop falling: that takes his legs

and then just holds him under. 



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