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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=460894" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Beach after storm</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The largest stones are piled against the sea-wall<br>since that huge storm, a hundred years ago.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For the sea will never leave the beach alone –<br>might you think it would fling<br>the smallest stones the furthest? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">No – to re-assert its power, <br>it challenges the heftiest resistance, <br>with inexhaustible, ruthless determination<br>rolling, thrusting, flinging in impatient storm<br>the largest, furthest; then grading with such patient delicacy<br>over the years, the smooth but fine-scratched stones<br>of so many colours – how can it have found, <br>how long for it to find, so many lucent colours of wet stone? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">These sometime finds – searching with a child’s fine eye –<br>of purest pebbled marble - how many thousand miles<br>has the sea rolled these from southern shores? <br>And these smooth stones of reddest brick, <br>or rubbed, etched glass? Or ancient serpentine, <br>bright green? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then after a night of wildest storm, <br>the air intoxicating with its ozone, <br>new treasures thrown up on the beach: <br>green glass globes from fishing nets, <br>cork mats, boat wood, torn seaweed<br>in thick chunks like beached, exhausted octopods; <br>the beach re-shaped; even some parabolas of sand</div><div style="margin:10px 0">while the seethe… keesh… of the dying storm<br>draws incessantly, then spews the finest shingle<br>in its maw like a hungry concrete-mixer.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The beach spreads out its shining, wet<br>new treasure for the child-bright eye.<br>This afternoon, the rock pools will be full; <br>all will be new; sea-god a child again.</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>
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For the sea will never leave the beach alone –
might you think it would fling
the smallest stones the furthest? 

No – to re-assert its power, 
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