ON the breakwater in the summer dark, a man and a girl are sitting, She across his knee and they are looking face into face Talking to each other without words, singing rythms in silence to each other. A funnel of white ranges the blue dusk from an outgoing boat, Playing its searchlight, puzzled, abrupt, over a streak of green, And two on the breakwater keep their silence, she on his knee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MOONRISE by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 21. BREDON HILL by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN SONNET by MICHELANGELO BUONARROTI THE ANGEL IN THE HOUSE: BOOK 2. CANTO 8. PRELUDE: THE KISS by COVENTRY KERSEY DIGHTON PATMORE GOOD FRIDAY (1) by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI |