O’er seas that have no beaches The blunt waves crashed above us Where, on the notched horizon
To end their waves upon,
I floated with twelve peaches,
A sofa and a swan.
The sharp waves burst around,
There was no one to love us,
No hope of being found —
So endlessly a-drip,
I saw all of a sudden
No sign of any ship.
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PS. Gormenghast, en sevdigim uc bes fantastik romandan biridir. Peake’in romanlarina sinen o kasvetli hava ve o havayi susleyen ince mizah, siirlerine de nufus etmekteymis megersem..
