David Lewis Paget, 7 listopada 2011
And did those feet,
So bravely at the beach,
Set out determined, with the will to win,
Beside the cold blue sea that lapped,
That urged them on to greater strides, within.
I walked the shore
Behind these dual tracks,
To note their strides, the vigour shown in each,
They left such deep-drawn prints in sand,
When life was new - an endless stretch of beach!
The sun rose high,
Then soon began to dip,
Their prints diverged as his would tempt the sea,
Her smaller steps walked safer, at the side,
And watched him turn, in uncertainty!
The daylight fled,
And still I followed on,
Self-sworn to see the end of this, their joust,
Her prints grew deeper, with a shortened stride,
While his lurched in, and back, and out.
Each patterned sole
Like some distinctive tread,
Now broken, windswept, trailed its own design,
I followed blind, to read the road they trod,
Would they diverge? Or seek some common line?
And then I saw them,
Trailing dismal back,
His head hung, beaten; her great with child,
They spoke no word, the tide came to defeat them;
They passed on by, and my illusion died!
David Lewis Paget
David Lewis Paget, 1 listopada 2011
Nights in white cottages
By the last of the flickered firelight,
Supping sweet pottages
To the wind-wail without,
With the water on the wet wall
And your shadow on the lattices
As you cold-come to comfort
In the red candlelight.
At the grey day's frail dawning
We walk the storm ravages,
We talk at the tattered sea shore
Where the tide night-high rips,
I kissed you on a grey sky
Where the shells turn to sea-sand,
For time knows no passages
At a warm woman's lips.
David Lewis Paget
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