Saturday, January 4, 2003

Soul Ferry Comments

Rating: 2.5

High and dry upon the shingle lies the fisher's boat to-night;
From his roof-beam dankly drooping, raying phosphorescent light,
Spectral in its pale-blue splendour, hangs his heap of scaly nets,
And the fisher, lapt in slumber, surge and seine alike forgets.
...
Read full text

Richard Rowe
COMMENTS
Close
Error Success