<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=447090" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Seaside</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">(for Peter Ruppell)</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You wrote such a love poem that I was<br>dumb-founded & left to scratch the sand<br>Alone in the surf I couldn’t join the bait-diggers<br>I’d left my fork and bucket at home<br>& I am not rough by nature</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You were sitting on top of a boulder deep in the forest<br>It was taller than a man & surrounded by pine trees<br>I think there are pine trees on Fire Island<br>but I’ve never been to Fire Island, though<br>I can imagine & we all know what could happen</div><div style="margin:10px 0">there, but. . . . . . .<br>& the world that started in a parked car<br>was really a fearful one — It would only lead<br>from one confusion to another<br>& I couldn’t do this to you on the giant highway</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She was a reason in herself, & women need<br>the menace of ambiguity in their actions<br>so one action might well signify the opposite<br>— an act of sacrifice really the act of killing & revenge —<br>& this much was true</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The exercise book was green & the distance<br>saved much embarrassment though you were<br>in many ways ignorant of this<br>I still can’t find my bucket & bait-fork<br>but this is only an excuse</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Lee+Harwood">Lee Harwood</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=447090" data-title="The Seaside de Lee Harwood" data-description="(for Peter Ruppell) You wrote such a love poem that I was dumb-founded & left to scratch the sand Alone in the surf I couldn’t join the bait-diggers I’d left my fork and bucket at home & I am not rough by nature You were sitting on top of a ..."></div> </div> </div>

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