Thursday, March 5, 2009


It was cold and windy, scarcely the
day to take a walk on that long beach
Everything was withdrawn as far as possible,
indrawn: the tide far out, the ocean
shrunken, seabirds in ones or twos.
The rackety, icy, offshore
wind numbed our faces on one side;
disrupted the formation
of a lone flight of Canada geese;
and blew back the low, inaudible rollers
in upright, steely mist.

- Elizabeth Bishop, The End of March


kenflett said...

what lovely words, and image.

Ruth said...

So glad the wind isn't icy today, quite balmy in fact.

I love EB. I named our elegant barn cat after her: Bishop.