Classic and Contemporary Poetry
AFTERNOON, by ELIZABETH HAYNES SANDS First Line: Out of the dust of yesterday Last Line: And bitter, burning tears. Subject(s): Afternoon; Sea; Tears; Youth; Ocean | ||||||||
Out of the dust of yesterday, (Odd, how clear they call,) Tracking dust that was swept away, Running footsteps fall -- Tracking dust and bringing the scent Of sea things, dry as bone, Withered kelp and sunbaked shell, And salty, granite stone; Bringing the smell and taste of the sea Back where they have no place, Back where time has healed a wound And cunningly hid the trace. . . . Footsteps have no right to come Running down the years, Bringing with them dust of youth, And bitter, burning tears. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HALL OF OCEAN LIFE by JOHN HOLLANDER JULY FOURTH BY THE OCEAN by ROBINSON JEFFERS BOATS IN A FOG by ROBINSON JEFFERS CONTINENT'S END by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE FIGUREHEAD by LEONIE ADAMS BEACHCOMBER by ELIZABETH HAYNES SANDS |
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