Battle Poem by Florence Clark
Battle
Battle
Pigeon Cove, MA 1948
Above, the sky, remote and pure,
Below, the earth, steadfast and sure.
Between the two, the surging sea,
Fighting both for mastery.
Blue swell of wave, foam flung high,
White flash of challenge to proud sky,
The surge, the crash, the sounding roar
Of wind-swept wave on earth's stone door.
A more traditional, measured poem with a wave-like, back and forth cadence.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/4/2026 5:58:18 PM # 1.0.0
Beautiful rendition of words in an insightful piece of poetry, elegantly penned in good rhyme scheme with conviction. A real work of art. Thanks for sharing Florence and do remain enriched.
Thank you again for reading - and commenting - on this my third 'posted' poem. Best wishes, Florence