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James Joyce

James Joyce

On the Beach at Fontana

Wind whines and whines the shingle,
The crazy pierstakes groan;
A senile sea numbers each single
Slimesilvered stone.
 
From whining wind and colder
Grey sea I wrap him warm
And touch his trembling fineboned shoulder
And boyish arm.
 
Around us fear, descending
Darkness of fear above
And in my heart how deep unending
Ache of love!

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