Oscar Wilde

(1854-1900 / Dublin / Ireland)

Impressions I. Les Silhouettes


THE sea is flecked with bars of grey
The dull dead wind is out of tune,
And like a withered leaf the moon
Is blown across the stormy bay.

Etched clear upon the pallid sand
The black boat lies: a sailor boy
Clambers aboard in careless joy
With laughing face and gleaming hand.

And overhead the curlews cry,
Where through the dusky upland grass
The young brown-throated reapers pass,
Like silhouettes against the sky.

Submitted: Friday, May 18, 2001
Edited: Friday, May 18, 2001

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