THEY say there is no hope -- sand -- drift -- rocks -- rubble of the sea -- the broken hulk of a ship, hung with shreds of rope, pallid under the cracked pitch. they say there is no hope to conjure you -- no whip of the tongue to anger you -- no hate of words you must rise to refute. They say you are twisted by the sea, you are cut apart by wave-break upon wave-break, that you are misshapen by the sharp rocks, broken by the rasp and after-rasp. That you are cut, torn, mangled, torn by the stress and beat, no stronger than the strips of sand along your ragged beach. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WAR DEAD by PATRICK JOHN MCALISTER ANDERSON TO MY FRIENDS, WHO RIDICULED A TENDER LEAVE-TAKING by MATTHEW ARNOLD THE CAMP-FOLLOWER by MAXWELL BODENHEIM REVERIE (1) by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE PRIDE by WILLIAM HENRY DRUMMOND WRITTEN IN HER FRENCH PSALTER by ELIZABETH I |