Shifting softly, sands shall shelter seaweed
From froth. First foam frays fetters of
Kelp, casting crumbling crustaceans
Beyond breakers. Beakers bite bits,
Leaving leftovers languishing.
Wallow while walking away when
Ugly undertakings upset:
Shucking, sucking, spitting sea shells—
Aping awful, ageless anger.
“Of all the places to part with fistfuls of money in St.-Tropez, few have more cachet than Le Club 55... The mayor’s office says the establishments pose a threat to the environment. Officials have proposed dismantling existing beach amenities and shrinking the area allotted for private beaches to protect delicate flora and what officials say are dunes worn down by the crush of manicured feet. As a result, despite the August atmosphere of hedonism, an unusual air of rebellion is stirring in St.-Tropez, with businesses contemplating their first ever “strike.””
– Liz Alderman, The New York Times, August 15, 2010
http://www.nytimes.com/2010/08/16/business/global/16iht-beach.html?_r=1&hp
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1 comment:
I enjoyed reading this poem. Excellent use of assonance and alliteration. A very beautiful poem. Its quality in composition and form is exceptional.
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