Sunday, 3 May 2020

Sandpiper

A lovely poem... by Elizabeth Bishop.
https://faculty.arts.ubc.ca/kmcneill/BISHOP.HTM

The beach hisses like fat, On his left, a sheet
of interrupting water comes and goes
and glazes over his dark and brittle feet.
He runs, he runs straight through it, watching his toes.
 
-- Watching, rather, the spaces of sand between them,
where (no detail too small) the Atlantic drains 
rapidly backwards and downwards. As he runs,
he stares at the dragging grains.

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