Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SURF - JONES BEACH, by MARCIA NICHOLS HOLDEN First Line: White to the lips, the waves Last Line: Back to eternity. Subject(s): Jones Beach, New York | ||||||||
White to the lips, the waves Suck at the silver beach; Their breaking tips beyond, As far as sight can reach. Puff balls of foam escape, Racing from draining sea; Blown in the sandy wind Back to eternity. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SPANISH FRIAR: 1-3. LOVE'S DESPAIR by JOHN DRYDEN THE ARAB TO HIS FAVORITE STEED by CAROLINE ELIZABETH SARAH SHERIDAN NORTON RECOLLECTIONS OF THE ARABIAN NIGHTS by ALFRED TENNYSON IMPROMPTU ON CHARLES II (2) by JOHN WILMOT THE MOTHER-FAITH by EVERARD JACK APPLETON SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 1 by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |
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