Pablo NerudaAnd the heart sounds like a sour conch, calls, oh sea, oh lament, oh molten panic, scattered in the unlucky and disheveled waves:the sea reports sonorouslyon its languid shadows, its green poppies.
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The sea, in this poem by Elizabeth Bishop, is an image of grief. The sea is the symbol of life and death. When the heart is broken, it seems to be weighed down by grief. The heart sounds like a sour conch,calls, oh sea, oh lament, oh molten panic. The sea’s “languid” shadows are “scattered in the unlucky and disheveled waves.” The sea reports sonorouslyon its “green poppies.”
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