Port

The wall which is growing
And the roof, is plunging
The woods all in decay
No longer here are they

The crane is so oblique
The pigs and the barracks
Though the voids have been
Nothing less than seen

This boat lacking in grace
Nearby the sky effaced
Leaving the day in grey
With it run away

Le Havre, 1920

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