Shades are deeper here, less
Subtle than Aldeburgh;
This murky northern coast.
Anchored along the beach,
Gormley's zombies wait; dream
With the incoming tide.
Strange how they stand apart,
Their measured distances
Contrived. Their patina
Is rust; monoliths whose
Outlines are emphasised
Dark bronze by the sunset.
Like them, do we not stand
In search of another
Place; in search of lost Time?
Is it Anthony Powell? I enjoy the descriptions of natural formations, like I never expect in England.
Don't know 'Powell' here, but it is very reminiscent of our John Wesley Powell, who led the first few expeditions into the Grand Canyon of the Colorado, and whose writing style is rather similar.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Actually, it is inspired by Neil Powell's poem 'Reading Proust on Aldeburgh Beach' featured in his last book 'A Halfway House'.