On the Dunes, by Sarah Teasdale
If there is any life when death is over,
These tawny beaches will know much of me,
I shall come back, as constant and as changeful
As the unchanging, many-colored sea.
If life was small, if it has made me scornful,
Forgive me; I shall straighten like a flame
In the great calm of death, and if you want me
Stand on the sea-ward dunes and call my name.
I realize now I can't wait to get back to the sound of the sea. If I could, I'd hop a plane tomorrow. Nothing centers my head and calms me like those crashing waves, sunrises, and sunsets.
That's beautiful, Becky....And I agree with that feeling--we can't wait, either! A little too soon to start our countdown, though.
ReplyDeleteWho wrote that, Becky? And I know exactly how you feel. It must be tough to be in Phoenix with a soul like yours.
ReplyDeleteVee, On the Dunes by Sara Teasdale. It's the first verse. The complete poem:
ReplyDeleteIf there is any life when death is over,
These tawny beaches will know much of me,
I shall come back, as constant and as changeful
As the unchanging, many-colored sea.
If life was small, if it has made me scornful,
Forgive me; I shall straighten like a flame
In the great calm of death, and if you want me
Stand on the sea-ward dunes and call my name.
I can totally relate, Beck. I can't get enough when I'm there and am so sad when I leave. Very nice post.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Beck. I like your new profile pic, btw.
ReplyDeleteHop that plane... Follow your heart! How long till Isla?
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