An Afternoon At The Beach Poem by Edgar Bowers

An Afternoon At The Beach

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I’ll go among the dead to see my friend.
The place I leave is beautiful: the sea
Repeats the winds’ far swell in its long sound,
And, there beside it, houses solemnly
Shine with the modest courage of the land,
While swimmers try the verge of what they see.


I cannot go, although I should pretend
Some final self whose phantom eye could see
Him who because he is not cannot change.
And yet the thought of going makes the sea,
The land, the swimmers, and myself seem strange,
Almost as strange as they will someday be.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM

An encapsulating expression. Great write

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Joub Kahuria 08 February 2012

awesome...i like how you express your mind

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