The shattered water made a misty din.
Great waves looked over others coming in,
And thought of doing something to the shore
That water never did to land before.
The clouds were low and hairy in the skies,
Like locks blown forward in the gleam of eyes.
You could not tell, and yet it looked as if
The shore was lucky in being backed by cliff,
The cliff in being backed by continent;
It looked as if a night of dark intent
Was coming, and not only a night, an age.
Someone had better be prepared for rage.
There would be more than ocean-water broken
Before God’s last *Put out the Light* was spoken.
I’ve had several conversations recently with a friend, on the power of waves crashing into shore, the wonderful energy of it all and how invigorating it is just to look at it and breathe in the ions…and the noise, aah that wonderful noise!
Last time I saw Robin, she quoted from the above poem by Robert Frost and I was very taken with the lines Great waves looked over others coming in, so decided to use it for this week’s post.