Of the Beach at Fontana

Of the Beach at Fontana

Wind whines and whines the shingle,
The crazy pierstakes groan;
A senile sea numbers each single
Slimesilvered stone.

From warring wind comes bolder
Grey seas unwrapping warm
Touch from his trembling fineboned shoulder
And boyish arm.

Around us fear, preventing
The fear of darkness about
And in my heart, the steep unending
Ache they shout!

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James Joyce's Watching the Needleboats at San Sabba & On the Beach at Fontana Copyright © by Dan Schneider, 7/11/02



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