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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A DUNE SONNET, by MAX EASTMAN
First Line: I was so lonely on the dunes today
Last Line: Or laughed to us in shots of silver spray!
Subject(s): Dunes
First Line: I was so lonely on the dunes today
Last Line: Or laughed to us in shots of silver spray!
Subject(s): Dunes
I was so lonely on the dunes to-day;
The shadow of a bird passed o'er the sand,
And I, a driftwood relic in my hand . . .
Sea winds are not more lonely when they stray
A little fitful and bewildered way
In this wan acre, whose dry billows stand
So pitilessly still of curve, so bland,
And wide, and waiting, infinitely grey.
In hollows I could almost hear them say,
The misty breezes -- Run, we will not stay
In this unreal and spiritual land!
Our soul of life is calling from the strand,
Whose blue and breathing bosom leapt, or lay,
Or laughed to us in shots of silver spray!
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