<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=460640" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>0169 Lines in the Sand</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Is there a greater privilege<br>than to breathe sea air? And here, it’s like<br>a front seat at the greatest<br>open-air theatre in the world: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I’m sat here on my coat upon the rock<br>which reappears each time the tide recedes<br>leaving the sand so smooth as if<br>the sea were demonstrating beautifully<br>the relation between its ferocity and power, <br>and innocence, perhaps forgiveness; there’s<br>a little runnel of water around the rock<br>where I sit, notebook and pencil, just as if<br>this must be the very centre of poetry<br>in the world; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">the notebook blank<br>as I watch the long-haired dog<br>taking its master for a walk; its poem<br>is the ballet it makes, leaping, racing, panting, <br>looking back, leaving its long hair<br>patterning the sky a fraction after<br>every leap; does it know <br>the ballet is entitled, joy? If I say, <br>poetry in motion, will you read it<br>as if you never heard the phrase before? <br>Racing towards me now, hurling reckless limbs, <br>one sniff at me, but then there’s something else<br>more interesting here in the sand to paw.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Some long intoxicating sea-breath minutes now, of mind’s content<br>to be and just to be; the page stays like the sand, <br>innocent, as white as salt and white as surf; <br>and I, the silent poem that nature has just written.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Michael+Shepherd">Michael Shepherd</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=460640" data-title="0169 Lines in the Sand de Michael Shepherd" data-description="Is there a greater privilege than to breathe sea air? And here, it’s like a front seat at the greatest open-air theatre in the world: I’m sat here on my coat upon the rock which reappears each time the tide recedes leaving the sand so smooth..."></div> </div> </div>

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