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Friday, 29 January 2010

A Day at the Beach


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She saw its glories then, the sea's glories,

through her eyes, the girls

running to the sea with their glancing eyes,

the sea was in the noise the girls made,

made constant cry, caused constantly a cry,

heard by the girls standing off from it, seeing it,

it was she and not the sea the sea heard,

hearing itself in her words,

in her words, running into the sea.

The other girls heard and were stirred.

Whose spirit is this? they said, because they knew

it was the spirit they sought and knew there in the sea.

Who is it that is singing? they asked the sea.

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A cool dip at the beach, Warnemünde, Rostock, Baltic Sea: photo by Joachim Spremberg, 1975 (Deutsches Bundesarchiv)
Bathers in the Baltic Sea: photographer unknown, 1929 (Deutsches Bundesarchiv)


~otto~ said...

This embraced the rhythm of the waves. And this is stuck in my brain: "the sea was in the noise the girls made"

Anonymous said...

Ahhh... the sea... It fills my soul.

TC said...

Something tells me it may have been to stick in people's brains and fill their souls that these girls came down to the sea.

But ah, I also suspect those virtual Baltic shivers may be making the girls wish to leapfrog over the reality of things.

They seem to make imagining a summer's day by the sea, from a winter's distance, look, or sound, all too easy, like everything good on earth.


I left you a comment yesterday (somehow didn't get 'published') that went something like this: "thanks for your genius in showing us such things as we see here -- manta ray and angel fish and girls singing in the Baltic Sea. Here is something else to see . . . .


pale orange line of cloud above shadowed
ridge, red-tailed hawk calling on branch
in foreground, sound of waves in channel

a matter of extent in space,
with respect to space

line at three points, point
constant, of interval

grey-white sky on horizon next to point,
shadowed canyon of ridge across from it

And here, today, it seems, another something. . . .


first grey light in clouds above blackness
of ridge, white edge of moon below branch
in foreground, sound of waves in channel

compact, a shadow on object
not obstructing light

it seems, tension, explicit
physicality of sketch

sunlit cloud in pale blue sky on horizon,
tree-lined green of ridge across from it

TC said...

Thank you Steve, for this bracing brace.

I too have composed exquisite comments and then left without publishing. No doubt happily for everyone. But later the fading memory of them briefly tantalizes. And then they are completely gone.(This is the weirdest medium!)

For your red-tailed hawk I will offer you this Dürer Blue Roller.

Anonymous said...

the photos don't match the
in the water the girls
are barely wet
nobody is swimming
the water is cold
Wernemunde quite