Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, SURF, by ISRAEL NEWMAN


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SURF, by                    
First Line: Sea-ache, and sea-scent, and the welter of white
Last Line: Of wave-heaps trailing tresses drowned in green!
Subject(s): Sea; Seashore; Surfing; Water; Waves; Ocean; Beach; Coast; Shore


Sea-ache, and sea-scent, and the welter of white --
A panic as of angels that have come
Through sun-fire, and the golden terror of light
That juts forth a peninsula of some
Sea-Eldorado in a flooding rain . . .
Bleak stands the coppery headland where waves meet --
Stands like a martyr looking up in pain --
Racked by white flames that leap up to his feet.
Huge boulders comb green hair and lure the waves
That crowd like maids in bridal veils wind-blown --
Like maids caught by that ache whence nothing saves --
That sweep of perilous triumph to be thrown
In one white, blundering tumult and the scene
Of wave-heaps trailing tresses drowned in green!





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