[1752] casualness of a shell" or "casual beauty of a shell

    the cool kindliness of sheets, that soon
  Smooth away trouble; and the rough male kiss
  Of blankets.

Richard K. Moore suggests John Williams's "A Benediction of the Air", with
its

  Thus I project into the
  Deadly space between us
  A corposant, Pulsating a language
  That will cleave to you
  In the coolness of sleep
  With insubstantiality
  So fierce as to leave its dampness
  On the morning sheets,
  Or so gentle
  As to fan your brow
  While you paint the kitchen.

Steven Ornish suggests "Thamar and Amnon" by Garcia Lorca:

  Amnon moans among
  the coolness of bed-sheets.
  The ivy of a shiver
  clothes his burning flesh.
  Thamar enters silently
  through the room's silence,
  the colour of vein and Danube,
  troubled by distant footprints.

However, I vaguely recall reading the poem Ben is talking about too, and I
remember it being a shorter and more Imagist poem than any of these. Ben,
what say you?

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On to this week's requests, a veritable flood of them:

Julia Rannala writes:

There's a poem that I read in a school textbook once upon a time that I've
recently been trying to track down.  I only remember the subject - it's
about listening to the litany of the English maritime weather forecast on
BBC radio.  It came to mind because I realized that the late night/early
morning forecasts for Ontario on CBC radio (where they list all of the
counties in the same order, same rhythm every time) have the same soothing
effect on me as the English ones did on the author.

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From Anne Kandel:

There is a poem that I read some fifty years ago in a literary magazine.  It
was about a man and his love for his daughter and the part of it that I
remember went something like this:

"when Camp says 'dig graves now, we're coming to kill you" [poet goes on to
say that he will dig his daughter's grave for her so that she will have one
more moment to look up at the sky] ...  "all the world's daughters whose
dying we share"

Does this ring any bells?

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This from Jane Northcote:

I have a fragment of poetry in my head, and would love to know the rest.
The words I have are:

From: Ameya Nagarajan <ameya.nagarajan@>

does anyone happen to have the spanish original?