And now this spell was snapt: once more

I viewed the ocean green,
And looked far forth, yet little saw

Of what had else been seen¾

Like one, that on a lonesome road

Doth walk in fear and dread,

And having once turned round walks on,

And turns no more his head;

Because he knows, a frightful fiend

Doth close behind him tread.

(‘The Rime of the Ancient Mariner,’ 1798, 442-51)

I think it’s wild how the Ocean is green when warm, Blue when deep and clear in your hand…

… ongoing dissertations on the colour Green will be added in this ongoing post…

“Absinthe has a wonderful color, green. A glass of absinthe is as poetical as anything in the world. What difference is there between a glass of absinthe and a sunset?” Oscar Wilde

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