You look soft on the edge of this sea When, each night, you pull the stars, seemingly on strings, low and talk with me in a language tinkling in its flow. At night the waves beat the many times hurled dunes, making brittle shore flowers shudder, at night they sweep in like the long, silent glide of some bird on taut wings. We sit by this sea and the wind shakes the flowers at our backs and the water at our feet. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOMESDAY BOOK: FINDING OF THE BODY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE DARK HOUSE by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON UPLANDS IN MAY by CARL SANDBURG THE TRANSIENCE OF HANDS by KAREN SWENSON TOWERS OF SIMON RODIA; FOR HOWARD W. SWENSON 1903-1081 by KAREN SWENSON THE SHADOWY WATERS: A DRAMATIC POEM by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS |