Beach poems written by famous poets. Browse through to read poems for Beach Poems - Poems For Beach - - Poem by | Poem Hunter Of pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling, Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear.
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- Beach Poems - Poems For Beach - - Poem by | Poem Hunter
- Dover Beach - Poem by Matthew Arnold
- 'Forget Miami, Edinburgh has the best beach': Irvine Welsh and others on their favourite coastline
- Books by Whitman
- Rye's Valhalla - The Learned Pig
That was the work of the Mutoid Waste Company ; sculptors of the huge, remakers of the machine.
Beach Poems - Poems For Beach - - Poem by | Poem Hunter
BP headquarters could do with one of those creations in their sterile, squeak-clean foyer. I see a water vole crossing my path, just ambling contentedly along sniffing the river bank. On the radio they tell me that these voles could become victims of spending cuts when conservation budgets are ripped up. The interviewee is one of those never-angry scientists that they get on the Today programme: We can never get it back.
- Poem of the Month | Grey Hen Press?
- 'Waves' poems - Hello Poetry!
- Dover Beach by Matthew Arnold;
- Poem of the Month.
- The Walt Whitman Archive.
- Rye Ocean Beach Location Maps.
I want the conservationist to shout and rage agianst this. To scream and be passionate. Night in the oak and beech, camped amongst the leaf litter. Merry England plays at the ancient edge of forest and heath. That golden green, that quiet of quiets. Of crested birds and insects buried, bums poking out of purple foxgloves.
Through the crooked root and tangled coppice: Cyclists power through unaware of deer and buzzard. That breezy Solstice air, that wakeful dapple of forest light.
Dover Beach - Poem by Matthew Arnold
Those shouts of children: You longingly fixated on the glowing curtains or canvas and heard shrieks. Wishing, wishing you could shriek outside too. A charcoal-edged breeze in the thickening trees.
There is a fenced-in bird sanctuary to our left. The beach to our right. Over our heads fly terns with the silvery slivers of fish in their beaks. They still manage a squawk as they hop from sea to nests behind the fence.
Oystercatchers squat tense over their eggs. Behind a hump of pastel and beige shingle the hazy sea pulses. The terns dive in with enhanced gravity to shock those little fish. We walk through the bunches of waxy seakale. Today you can only smell the sea once you are over the shingle ridge on Winchelsea Beach.
'Forget Miami, Edinburgh has the best beach': Irvine Welsh and others on their favourite coastline
This land is a gathering of stones, building a flat promenade stretching out to sea year on year. Towers and bastions mark old wars and old shorelines. But these flats hide nooks of nature and graceful migratory patterns must be protect behind barbed wire.
- Song of Myself (1892 version).
- Song of Myself ( version) by Walt Whitman | Poetry Foundation.
- 7 Followers.
- Rye Ocean Beach Surf Forecast and Surf Reports.
- Neuropathology Review.
A rusty headland rises out of a beige haze to the west. I wade into the water and that late afternoon sheen runs with the waves over the pebbles. A gentle blast of green wave pumps back and forth making licks and dips in the stones.
Books by Whitman
The tide is full, the moon lies fair Upon the straits; on the French coast the light Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand, Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay. Come to the window, sweet is the night-air! Sophocles long ago Heard it on the Agean, and it brought Into his mind the turbid ebb and flow Of human misery; we Find also in the sound a thought, Hearing it by this distant northern sea. But now I only hear Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar, Retreating, to the breath Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear And naked shingles of the world. Ah, love, let us be true To one another!
Arnold was known for finding darkness in the light.
Rye's Valhalla - The Learned Pig
So, the poem is generally melancholic. In the beginning, the speaker makes it clear that only a slight attention given to details will reveal something pessimistic. The speaker further is reminiscent of a time in human history when there was more faith than misery. We wonder has he and his lover experienced a break in faith that has caused him to be thinking this way? But it appears that he really is relying on the relationship to sustain him throughout his life. There is loyalty in the relationship.
However, it does appear that he is more worried about society in general.