the storm at sea poem

with the onomatopoeia (sounds they make), commas at the end of each line except for the last line which has an exclamation mark because of onomatopoeia (as opposed to a full stop). ours and their own. The rain subsides, the thunder dies, and the winds calm to a soft whisper. And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover, Nobody won but a battle lost, Down in their cabins, huddled like sheep. and there are stories left untold. Its mesmerizing beauty always grounds me. Like an infinite force I dare not impede, Members' Poems - Elegant, Winner, Anne Born Prize 2017. Then the sun shines, and skies are clear. leaving their shrieking negresses behind. Conditions. Crew uneasy. even though I know I could drown I see only the blue sky up above Hoping against hope, that they soon reach land. This is not a poem in itself It leaves a calm tranquil sea in it wake. And I saw a mighty wave rise, Tall, tough and giant it seemed, To the wave standing tough and tall, Twenty springs packed in pickets slapped brown by a fishers thick brush dirt sulking under singing blossoms laughing gardens bright and laying heavy. Stirs a restless desire that engulfs me. Or each other. A wooden spade they gave to me. Slowly comes the night I was ready to pay it all, I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide The Power of Nature- the wind is irresistible and its impact seems to bring the landscape to life. The sunset does its best Ezra Pound is widely considered one of the most influential and most difficult poets of the 20th century; his contributions to Modernist poetry are enormous. The rest is quickly told: Cinquez was forced to spare the two of us, and we like phantoms doomed to rove the sea, at length we drifted to the shores of this, that you whose wealth, whose tree of liberty, should suffer the august John Quincy Adams, to speak with so much passion of the right, of chattel slaves to kill their lawful masters, and with his Roman rhetoric weave a heros, with our slaves and there see justice done. That was a nice one. I shall walk softly there,And learn by going where I have to go. It was the cost, Members' Poems Dilemma, Winner, Hamish Canham Prize 2017. WebThe action of Aeneid I begins with an enormous storm on the sea. (See detailed analysis). That, ere a mans tide go, turn it to twain. When the summer is drawing nigh to a close WebSeal Lullaby. Tells another story underneath: As quiet as a mouse, While her salty fragrance fills the air But he's gonna stare till dawn. The lighthouse just stares on. The first lesson could identify some of the devices and practise using them for thunder, wind and waves. If we have inadvertently included a copyrighted poem that the copyright holder does not wish to be displayed, we will take the poem down within 48 hours upon notification by the owner or the owner's legal representative (please use the contact form at http://www.poetrynook.com/contact or email "admin [at] poetrynook [dot] com"). As you read this poem about the beauty of Used with permission. Storm At Sea by Amar Qamar - Family Friend Poems, Poems with Analysis of Form and Technique. Yes, thank you for again remembering these beautiful days when we've taken on outings as children. And hope she'll be glad to see me. Robert Hayden's harrowing narrative poem on the slave trade. Amar Qamar The first lesson could identify some of the devices and practise using them for thunder, It leaves a calm tranquil sea in it wake. I could feel that very storm in the sea. Frida Kahlo & Diego Maradona in the Blue House, Helen Listens to the Last of the Jonquils, The title of this poem is Whats the Title of this Poem?, There is a banana plant at the laundrette, After Reading Wendy Pratts When I Think of My Body as a Horse. And her shameless, willing slave. Weary sailors above, resist with gritted teeth. The waves are all up, they A power to revere. The fields quivering, the skyline a grimace, Rang like some fine green goblet in the note. Whatever his lord will. Standing by the sea, and listen. This shaking keeps me steady. our men, true Christians all, like so much jetsam. Port, port! All those nightmares redeemed, And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying, As they're rocking and rolling down beneath B But what may seem peaceful to the eye lie interlocked, lie foul with blood and excrement. And I watch her play tag with the shore, Not though he be given his good, but will have in his youth greed; Nor his deed to the daring, nor his king to the faithful, He hath not heart for harping, nor in ring-having, Nor winsomeness to wife, nor world's delight. Like a refined diamond. Blue waters peaceful as ice, but for the fevers melting down my bones. I know a place where my heart and soul are one Nor winsomeness Common Mistakes: the word "i" should be capitalized, "u" is not a word, and "im" is spelled "I'm" or "I am". with fear, but writing eases fear a little, since still my eyes can see these words take shape, but now the sea is calm again. The ocean is where you find mystery, Briefly rushing in - only to then recede. how the sea draws me in As the day slowly wanes on the sea's horizon, Hoping against hope that they soon reach land. 1. WebThe storm rages, and we long for peace. Though there is no regular rhyme scheme it is rhythmic, with the phrases and sentences matching the sense of what is being described. The copyright of all poems on this website belong to the individual authors. All stories are moderated before being published. It is a poem that is worth reading and should belongs to every library that breeds inspiration. Webgreat poems / page 202 of 549 / Order by : Created /from new to old/ Created /from old to new/ Name /from A to Z/ Name /from Z to A/ Rating /from worst to best/ Rating /from best to worst/ Length /from small to big/ Length /from big to small/ THE STORM WAS OVER OTHERWISE. Hours later, as the storm starts to dissipate, And her beauty in our eyes. STOP! Nor may he then the flesh-cover, whose life ceaseth. The stormy seas as dark as coal, Out towards it, across the sea. Get the Poem of the Day delivered right to your phone! It takes the reader to the seashore. He explores the effect of the wind on the environment, his house, and the humans, Type out all lyrics, even repeating song parts like the chorus, Lyrics should be broken down into individual lines. Quiet, gentle peace. S.L. sail our boats across, battle it by day and by night. Members' Poems Territory, Members' Poems - a response to a Shakespearean sonnet, Winner, Hamish Canham Prize 2016. A Place Like This By Spread out their solid Glooms, and not a Star. While she tossed close to cliffs. Our tears freeze to hail, our spittle to snow. Accepting death as I was naive, Blow, blow! Telling boats where it be. while I sit still My Blue World By The copyright of all poems on this website belong to the individual authors. Library of Congress. From the heavens whom I doubt, Do NOT submit poems here, instead go to the. silence, full of sound This kind human providing a saving hand He shines his light through all the smog. The horizon calls, it beckons me When I succumb to her enticement A By John Masefield. its pure ancient glorious perfection. A weak bellowing echo across the dunes Prompt children to notice there are 6 lines in each verse. WebA Storm at Sea. The water enveloped around my waist. Its a poem that recalls to mind, my native Ikwerre proverb, that no matter how stormy the sea is, the calabash does not sink. Report this resourceto let us know if it violates our terms and conditions. I now imagine how unputdownable the book that fired the poets imagination might have been. Correct answers: 3 question: Select the correct answer. much like your eyes WebThis house has been far out at sea all night, The woods crashing through darkness, the booming hills, Winds stampeding the fields under the window Floundering black astride Telling boats where it be. The waves trickle along my toes. Down in their cabins, huddled like sheep. I could feel that very storm in the sea. The lowering Clouds. unheard by winking, clicking instruments. The sand was compliant under my feet I should know.What falls away is always. I'm always going to try to swim. When the sun starts to light up the sky It tells me that we need to be a calabash on the sea of life. Where good and bad did strife, Share Your Story Here. And let its wandering currents carry me along. As they struggle to save their lives, I could feel that very storm in the sea. Lanna M, Beach Poems It pulls me into deep. There are moments I call her my loyal chum Oh! All through the storm, He's by your side. Katie, When I First Met You - A Love Poem For Him, Dream Poems Hung with hard ice-flakes, where hail-scur flew. Lanna M, Boyfriend Poems It relaxes the mind, body, and soul. Of the wind not so slow, 'The mast had fell I observe,' Due to extreme nearsightedness, Hayden turned to books rather than sports in sharks following the moans the fever and the dying; Blacks rebellious. A Where worlds hide in the deep. My holes were empty like a cup. The waves grew higher, crashed over my head. THE STORM WAS OVER OTHERWISE. The waves are all up, they swell as they run: Let them rise and rise As high as the skies, And higher to wash the face of the sun. Away from the unknown trials I may face. Standing by the sea, Were you touched by this poem? That was a nice one. There came a wind like a bugle; It quivered through the grass, And a green chill upon the heat. his feeling of setting a captive free? The silence grew, St Pauls Place, Norfolk Street, Sheffield, S1 2JE. I hear only the sounds of the sea. soothes my soul She can lure and hypnotize. It will remain a vast open space perfect for contemplation. Members' Poems - The tiny world, A Stag Beetle Lectures on the Futility of Flight. Against the rocks a wave crashes. That restored ease and peace inside. But something else I never saw was that it could be more beautiful if there wasn't any pollution around . She's God's great Masterpiece. This poem brought a tear to my eye and I love the way that the author has written this particular poem. It roars like a lion, And that moment after the storm clouds pass, when all is silent and still, you find peace. Similes use the words "like" or "as" to compare two objects. Life on an island may from a distance seem idyllic and peaceful but this poem views that life from a totally different perspective: one of survival. Academy of American Poets, 75 Maiden Lane, Suite 901, New York, NY 10038. Colouring orange the nature he saves and legends passed down through generations, told. The water sweeps over my feet, surrounds where I stand. The Atlantic energizes and grounds me. He shines his light through the thick fog, of the savage girls kept naked in the cabins; that there was one they called The Guinea Rose. In her vast infinity, And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying. Amars aim in writing this poem is to communicate a message imposing that life is a rollercoaster. whose cups were carven skulls of enemies: Hed honor us with drum and feast and conjo. The perpetual cadence of the vast sea The winds are so hoarse they cannot blow. Nora Marks A sound of hope for a dying soul Battered and bruised, but still they fight There are no words that truly tell So ominous did pass. The soft ocean sprays across my nose. As they're rocking and rolling down beneath, T. S. Eliot, What the Thunder Said. With the rhythm of her movement Said I to no one else, Once so free, so strong and powerful headway. Port at the helm! Much of the ocean is mysterious. Yet, fear holds me fast to a familiar place, Turning fierce when the harsh wind blows. WebI could feel that very storm in the sea. I As the day ends to rest The rising sun makes the ocean glisten bright. WebAt the Sea-Side. Bleary eyed from lack of sleep. From a slightly different the poem by Vergil himself, when he describes the last six books as maior rerum . steaming from the heat. If we have inadvertently included a copyrighted poem that the copyright holder does not wish to be displayed, we will take the poem down within 48 hours upon notification by the owner or the owner's legal representative (please use the contact form at http://www.poetrynook.com/contact or email "admin [at] poetrynook [dot] com"). Telling boats where it be. Mother Nature's untamed beast 1909 - 2023 The Poetry Society and respective creators Site by Surface Impression, I blundered onto the bridge where perhaps. I feel at peace on the shore like nowhere else on Earth. All other content on this website is Copyright 2006-2023 FFP Inc. All rights reserved. As they contemplate other storms yet to come Are you you working on a Poem Analysis? WebChildren can analyse the features of the poem first before writing and performing their own. I become her eager servant Coldly afflicted. Bringing sailors to their knees. A convocation of pylons considers how to celebrate country-wide conversion to renewable energy, Lord Percy And His Acquaintances Make An Excursion To Watch The Lunatickes At Bethlem Royal Hospital In The Year Of Our Lord 1610, In Which a Middle-Aged Woman in Primark Jeans Denies Her Invisibility, Winner, Hamish Canham Prize 2019. We barred the windows and the doors. To the gull's way and the whale's way, where the wind's like a whetted knife; By using this website you imply consent to its use of cookies. Whoa! The Storm. I could feel the dark night of that very lonely sailor's life at stake. And the beckoning of her waves, Dear Elizabeth, And who or what has just composed this sonnet? The silence grew, Lonelygirlxoxo, Two Faced By Protecting me from battles fought. Milo Shumpert. Bitter breast-cares have I abided, Known on my keel many a cares hold, And dire sea-surge, and there I oft spent Narrow nightwatch nigh the ships head While she tossed close to cliffs. She's a force that can't be reckoned with, A spider eases himself down from a swaying light-bulb, Running over the coverlet, down under the iron bedstead. Sun slowly drying Ballads typically tell stories; this is a story symbolizing a The truth saved me out of lies, Good exmmples of poetry forms, thanks for sharing. against my sides and over the deck. To warn me it's past time to go. And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking, The pilot is blind! What Horrors crowd around! To escape the fury, This is to plan for writing their storm poems in the second lesson, starting with a shared write. The salt water numbing against the skin. where my body lies numbed to pain, I could feel the dark night of that very lonely sailor's life at stake. Burgher knows not , He the prosperous man what some perform. From The Collected Poems of Theodore Roethke by Theodore Roethke, published by Anchor Books. The waves whisper to me, calling me to the soft sand. I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life, the sweltering cattle stowed spoon-fashion there; that some went mad of thirst and tore their flesh, That Crew and Captain lusted with the comeliest. Exactly where the ocean and it decide to meet. In all its frightful shapes. Preventing the sailors from reaching their goal. Begs me to obey the sea's enticing siren song Webto the Juneau ice field. It was as though the very, we were no match for them. The slap of a flipper on the sand Weary sailors above resist with gritted teeth. And the lighthouse slowly fades out its light. I live in a coastal town in Ireland. and trembling ship! We think by feeling. You have real talent! The poem comprises six unrhymed four-lined stanzas known as quatrains. As I sit on the toasty, sparkling sand the joy there would be? Although I cannot foretell all the sea offers, Never had I been so late, She's a lovely, sweet seductress Oh, my deep blue ocean world. The water rose and enveloped around my shin. And for this, every earl whatever, for those speaking after . WebNor his deed to the daring, nor his king to the faithful. And I trust her implicitly. As they struggle to save their lives, Ive heard of slavers drifting, drifting, playthings of wind and storm and chance, their crews, with cargo of five hundred blacks and odd, That there was hardly room tween-decks for half. Did you spell check your submission? about explorers and adventurers that traversed its swell, The stormy seas as dark as coal Green water shuddered ship and me. Laud of the living, boasteth some last word. And floats upon the breeze. The poet uses metaphor and simile to describe the storms effects. The author uses similes to compare the actions of the storm and men. Capital letters at the start of each line and a new line for a new idea. the hearty air Do NOT submit poems here, instead go to the. And my visits more precious and brief, It's all I feel when I'm watching the ocean, the beautiful sea. And then there comes a rumble, it comes from all around, Point Of View - This poem makes the readers feel as though they're one of the sailors trying to survive the storm. Tall, tough and giant it seemed, The sky no longer blue, a clear warning of danger. To the wave standing tough and tall, A push, a shove Melissa Roberson, The Calling By working feverishly against the storm to make. A million kisses from the ocean's lips. Where I must leave as seconds pass. Abides mid burghers some heavy business, Wealthy and wine-flushed, how I weary oft, Frost froze the land, hail fell on earth then, Corn of the coldest. Our tears freeze to hail, our spittle to snow. Growing up in New Jersey, I have always had easy access to the ocean. . The poem is written to describe a ship being thrown around at sea, and sailors battling for their lives. and vastness dwarfs As from an emerald ghost; The doom's electric moccason. Upon your craggy cliff I sat . Full of myth and magic, Cold, cold! Ta-Nehisi Coates on Macbeth, Sonia Sanchez, and how poetry shaped him into the writer he is today. This is absolutely beautiful! Tomb hideth trouble. A Storm In Sea by Iqbal Singh Sidhu - Family Friend Poems. Battered and bruised, but still they fight It is a poem of inspiration for any aspiring to rise over the trials, judgments and tribulations on the way to success or a desired goal. Of the wind not so slow, Megan Phillips, Whale Song By like water thrown on rocks. Patricia A Fleming, Beauty of Nature Poems And I float limp within her peace, Light takes the Tree; but who can tell us how? WebThe storm lulls off, then redoubles, Bending the trees half-way down to the ground, Shaking loose the last wizened oranges in the orchard, Flattening the limber carnations. In every The poet's name is at the bottom which can also be mentioned. And I saw a mighty wave rise, and contains many strange creatures both large and small, Poet Robert Hayden was born Asa Bundy Sheffey into a poor family in the Paradise Valley neighborhood of Detroit; he had an emotionally traumatic childhood and was raised in part by foster parents. Where billow meets billow, there soft be thy pillow; Ah, weary wee flipperling, curl at thy ease! Transporting me to years of yore. Chelsea Poshni, My Blue World By I was not meant to be and there took fright: the wheel untended, no one there! When I get mad or sad I just think of the ocean, and it calms me down. All is calm, and there's nothing to fear. The chill in her mighty, salty touch, Light takes the Tree; but who can tell us how?The lowly worm climbs up a winding stair;I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow. The aroma of the sea and her salty bite Heaney grew up in a farming community and wrote many poems about ordinary and everyday subjects. But shall have his sorrow for sea-fare. Copyrighted poems are the property of the copyright holders. Little had I known my life, Its claws have scratched sight from the Capt. People stand by her quite mesmerized, Cool, lifegiving water splashed across parched skin All poems are shown free of charge for educational purposes only in accordance with fair use guidelines. Were you touched by this poem? And I was tossed a deck below, We cruise along on boats on the ocean's surface, and sit on beaches watching the ocean's surf meet the land. Sea Fever. A tiny crab adrift inside. The storm carries Aeneas and his men to Carthage, and thus initiates the events culminating in Dido's death in the fourth book. To dig the sandy shore. that surly brute who calls himself a prince, He hacked the poor mulatto down, and then, when daylight finally came. and I've broken gravity's chain. The ocean conceals billions of creatures interacting in ways that we will never fully understand. spreads outward from the hold, where the living and the dead, the horribly dying, lie interlocked, lie foul with blood and excrement. like jests of kindness on a murderers mouth; weave toward New World littorals that are, A charnel stench, effluvium of living death. Who keeps. And a gray mist on the sea's face, and a gray dawn breaking. where my eyes lie opened to the light above A Day At Sea By I'll return to you after the surface pulls you from me. and breathes on you its fetid scorching breath; cannot kill the deep immortal human wish, But for the storm that flung up barriers. This is a beautiful poem by Amar Qamar, and I must say, it reminds all to never give up on the challenges of this life time. Suitable for Year 2 upwards. A couple comes out to see the astonishing sight. I was ready to pay it all, are foaming white caps of sea. Strong hum of forest tree-tops! hush thee, my baby, the night is behind us, And black are the waters that sparkled so green. I was doomed of my fate, This website and its content is subject to our Terms and For there was only me and myself, and for tin crowns that shone with paste, his warriors to burn the sleeping villages, and kill the sick and old and lead the young, for there was wealth aplenty to be harvested, from those black fields, and Id be trading still. Accepting death as I was naive, Children can analyse the features of the poem first before writing and performing their own. The red and white striped lighthouse, He explores the effect of the wind on the environment, his house, and the humans living within. Bleary eyed from lack of sleep. The wave then stuck a mighty blow, I should know. Caressing waves upon the shore The deck shattered by mighty plough, Standing frozen as the rays of light break through the waves. Standing by the sea, Down in their cabins, huddled like sheep. While her thunderous waves rush to the shore, How did Robert Hayden, devoted formalist, suspicious of identity politics, come to write the most powerful poem about the transatlantic slave trade? Our linguist says. where time and space have no hold. My crew. When the chill of the winter is all there is with the waters and the riggings usual sounds, then sudden movement, blows and snarling cries, and marlinspike. The burning sun who's going to leave. Heat shimmering across the sand Fighting to be released. WebLost To The Sea. I'll find warmth in her sweet memory. Natures forces diminish the stature of man. WebStorm On The Island is a poem that gives voice to a people who live in constant fear of the power of natural storms. Full of imagery. And she shimmers upon her in sheer delight All rights reserved. and they cast lots and fought to lie with her: That when the Bosn piped all hands, the flames, spreading from starboard already were beyond, control, the negroes howling and their chains. A thousand tiny fingers around me laced. We pray for the wind and rain to cease. Request a transcript here. There is a logical time-scale from the night of the storm, morning, midday and then evening; the poet traces itse progress through these stages. And his laud beyond them remain mid the English. My mere self in her boundless embrace, The breeze caresses my face, whips my hair. I'll imagine the boats in the distance, Hoping and praying help arrives. My mind soared up and down and this way and that way as I behold the said The ocean is a lovely gift. A beautiful giant of the sea The Sky By Misfortune, follows in our wake like sharks (our grinning. Like bright diamonds before my eyes. Need a transcript of this episode? Yare, yare! And my profound humility. In the ocean I often wander. All poems are shown free of charge for educational purposes only in accordance with fair use guidelines. No wind flew, Still, I lingered a while after it faded away, 'The mast had fell I observe,' The poet describes a storm that occurs in the night and continues through the next day. Storm at Sea by Amar Qamar symbolizes lifes ups and downs. Much beauty lurks here. No wind flew, My grandmother lived on the Gulf Coast on a bay, and I visited her throughout my childhood, from my home in the southwest desert. I never even say the ray, that spark of heaven until the poet pointed same out; that was the turning point. To learn more, check out our transcription guide or visit our transcribers forum. And I realize I'm out of her league. What is the mood of the poem? What is there to know?I hear my being dance from ear to ear.I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow. The rain pelting my skin, as cold as ice. The wave then stuck a mighty blow, Published by Family Friend Poems November 2019, Published by Family Friend Poems April 2019, Published by Family Friend Poems August 2008, Published by Family Friend Poems June 2018, Published by Family Friend Poems November 2014, Published by Family Friend Poems July 2018, Published by Family Friend Poems September 2020, Published by Family Friend Poems April 2017, Published by Family Friend Poems May 16, 2022, Published by Family Friend Poems December 2013, Published by Family Friend Poems June 2011, Published by Family Friend Poems August 13, 2021, Published by Family Friend Poems August 2016, Published by Family Friend Poems October 2011, Published by Family Friend Poems January 2009. The ocean is where you go to ponder. Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied; Some try to starve themselves. Fury did the waters throw, The seagulls' cries seem to taunt me, Footsteps on the sand by Samuel Davies. gull cry awakens You don't have to necessarily follow this or a pattern when children write their own, as it may be too tricky and slow them down. From the heavens whom I doubt, Use section headers above different song parts like [Verse], [Chorus], etc. Fury did the waters throw, that the Captain perished drunken with the wenches: Aye, lad, and I have seen those factories, have watched the artful mongos baiting traps, of war wherein the victor and the vanquished. Pauli Murrays Dark Testament reintroduces a major Black poet. Storm At Sea The storm is heading this way fast, its coming from the west, its coming from the place where they do brew them up the best. and greed turned wild black hides of Fellatah, And there was oneKing Anthracite we named him, of brass and orange velvet, impudent mouth. The water drifted up to my hips, next it is calm and serene, then we can overcome and win it! WebWe lie closer on the gritty pillow, Breathing heavily, hoping For the great last leap of the wave over the breakwater, The flat boom on the beach of the towering sea-swell, The She'll come thundering forth without mercy It was the cost, There are 3 verses; one each for thunder, wind and waves. of the lives lost in shipwrecks and of pirate tales of old, I wrote this The verses have a set structure with repetition 'In the stormy sea the.' for the first lines. The blade is layed low. WebStorm at Sea by Frank Dux Losing my way one heaving, stormy night, I blundered onto the bridge where perhaps I was not meant to be and there took fright: the wheel As they rumble ashore with impatient haste, But when I see its rolling, crashing waves, Sharing the rhythm of her shifting surf While people come from miles around I know a place Theodore Roethke, born in in Saginaw, Michigan, in 1908, received the Pulizter Prize in 1954 forThe Waking. Nathless there knocketh now, The heart's thought that I on high streams. One last call for help List how I, care-wretched, on ice-cold sea. That very instant passed. Empty reply does not make any sense for the end user. When I was down beside the sea. like cold water It helps me focus on my goal. And I was tossed a deck below, where the living and the dead, the horribly dying. The world calling to me, pulling me out. Yet longing comes upon him to fare forth on the water. WebStorm at Sea by Sir William Davenant Blow, blow! My fate was written on the wave, Your rating is required to reflect your happiness. This touches my heart, because it brings back beautiful memories of all the lighthouses that I have seen in my lifetime. ordo, ma i s opus (A en. Urging me to follow as they return to the sea, and who is meant to man it? Share Your Story Here. WebBy Walt Whitman. ever changing, constant I'm consumed by all her beauty By registering with PoetryNook.Com and adding a poem, you represent that you own the copyright to that poem and are granting PoetryNook.Com permission to publish the poem. I could feel the dark night of that very lonely sailor's life at stake. The skys a kind of purple, its really looking like its bruised, a very darkened palette to paint the color has been used. Get the Poem of the Day delivered right to your phone! As rain darkens the sands. 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