Here the lucky in summer
— Durrell Society (@DurrellSociety) June 24, 2020
Tied up their boats. . . .
Day lay like a mirror in the sun's eye.
Olives sleeping, rocks hanging, sea shining
And under Arbutus the scriptural music
Of a pipe beside a boy beside a bay
Soliloquised in seven liquid quibbles.
— Lawrence Durrell pic.twitter.com/y5qtxFC0UU
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