ON the breakwater in the summer dark, a man and a girl are sitting, She across his knee and they are looking face into face Talking to each other without words, singing rythms in silence to each other. A funnel of white ranges the blue dusk from an outgoing boat, Playing its searchlight, puzzled, abrupt, over a streak of green, And two on the breakwater keep their silence, she on his knee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CINQUAIN: NOVEMBER NIGHT by ADELAIDE CRAPSEY BIRD AND BROOK by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE MERRY SUMMER MONTHS by WILLIAM MOTHERWELL UNCLE AN' AUNT by WILLIAM BARNES THE MESSENGER by WILLIAM ROSE BENET TO CHILDREN: 4. THE FAIRY REALM by WILLIAM ROSE BENET IN MEMORY OF AGOSTINO ISOLA, OF CAMBRIDGE, WHO DIED 1797 by MATILDA BARBARA BETHAM-EDWARDS |