JAMES LEWIS, Department of Philosophy, University of Sheffield jhplewis1@sheffield.ac.uk Just as our thicket is such a tangle of fool’s parsley, briars so the sea soft grey face is thick with jellyfish, a countless hoard of unthought vowels in choral silence Here, blessed, washed in silver light off the sea I catch for once the whispered throb from somewhere: To scamper …