Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SURF, by ISRAEL NEWMAN 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! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SEASHORE by JOHN FREDERICK NIMS EASTERN LONG ISLAND by MARVIN BELL THE WIND IS BLOWING WEST by JOSEPH CERAVOLO IF SOMETHING SHOULD HAPPEN by LUCILLE CLIFTON THE MISSISSIPPI RIVER EMPTIES INTO THE GULF by LUCILLE CLIFTON GEOGRAPHY AS WARNING by MADELINE DEFREES POWER FAILURE by MADELINE DEFREES ROBERT FROST RELATES THE DEATH OF THE TIRED MAN by LOUIS UNTERMEYER |
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