THEY say the sea is loveless, that in the
sea
love cannot
live, but only bare, salt splinters
of loveless life.
But from the sea
the dolphins leap round Dionysos’
ship
whose masts
have purple vines,
and up they come with the purple dark of rainbows
and flip! they go! with the
nose-dive of sheer delight;
and the sea is making love to
Dionysos
in the
bouncing of these small and happy whales.