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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345388" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>For Johnny Pole On The Forgotten Beach</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In his tenth July some instinct<br>taught him to arm the waiting wave,<br>a giant where its mouth hung open.<br>He rode on the lip that buoyed him there<br>and buckled him under. The beach was strung<br>with children paddling their ages in,<br>under the glare od noon chipping<br>its light out. He stood up, anonymous<br>and straight among them, between<br>their sand pails and nursery crafts.<br>The breakers cartwheeled in and over<br>to puddle their toes and test their perfect<br>skin. He was my brother, my small<br>Johnny brother, almost ten. We flopped<br>down upon a towel to grind the sand<br>under us and watched the Atlantic sea<br>move fire, like night sparklers;<br>and lost our weight in the festival<br>season. He dreamed, he said, to be<br>a man designed like a balanced wave…<br>how someday he would wait, giant<br>and straight.<br>Johnny, your dream moves summers<br>inside my mind.<br>He was tall and twenty that July,<br>but there was no balance to help;<br>only the shells came straight and even.<br>This was the first beach of assault;<br>the odor of death hung in the air<br>like rotting potatoes, the junkyard<br>of landing craft waited open and rusting.<br>The bodies were strung out as if they were<br>still reaching for each other, where they lay<br>to blacken, to burst through their perfect<br>skin. And Johnny Pole was one of them.<br>He gave in like a small wave, a sudden<br>hole in his belly and the years all gone<br>where the Pacific noon chipped its light out.<br>Like a bean bag, outflung, head loose<br>and anonymous, he lay. Did the sea move fire<br>for its battle season? Does he lie there<br>forever, where his rifle waits, giant<br>and straight?…I think you die again<br>and live again,<br>Johnny, each summer that moves inside<br>my mind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anne+Sexton">Anne Sexton</a><div class=q>
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taught him to arm the waiting wave,
a giant where its mouth hung open.
He rode on the lip that buoyed him there
and buckled him under. The beach was strung
with children paddling their ages in,
under the glare od no..."></div>
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