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Sunday, 30 June 2019

Sea Sand by Louise Morey Bowman

Between the rhythmical, unfathomed sea,
And the rich, warm fecundity of land
There lies the sand,
The shifting sand of beach and dune,
Pure, strange, sea dust, so alien to green earth,
With its brown furrows that the ploughman makes
Ready for sowers – and for miracle.

Here on the sand,
I lie and watch the coarse sea-grass that creeps
Like an adventurer along the dunes,
With wild pea-vines that bravely cling and spread
Tenacious tendrils in this sterile soil …
A barren mockery of useful bloom.

I let a little handful of the sand
Drift slowly through my fingers, and I see
Its myriad tiny atoms – shells and stones
That long ago the great waves tossed and ground
To starry powder on the rocky ledge.

At sunset out on the wet, shining sand
Left by the ebbing tide, rare colours fall,
And linger there as if they loved the sand.
Who dreams at noontide that its level ways
Can hold such colour: rose and turquoise green,
Purple and gold, and even a crimson glow
Just for a moment, till the splendour dies …

Then the moon, silvery and alone, shines down
Upon the sand – pure, strange, sea-dust of Time.

From: Trehearne, Brian (ed.), Canadian Poetry 1920 to 1960, 2010, McClelland & Stewart: Toronto, p. 19.
(https://books.google.com.au/books?id=5YgppDd6JQcC)

Date: 1922

By: Louise Morey Bowman (1882-1944)

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