Winter 1958 • Vol. XX No. 1 PoetryJanuary 1, 1958 |

At the Beach

The children and I played At the green edge of land The ocean was of jade They buried me in sand They buried me in sand And I became their hill To climb hand over hand At their green will They buried me except My thinking head was free To rage when water swept That mocking part of me They ran before my rage Toward a greener height And left me green with age Against the night They ran before my curse —For my senility They left me as a nurse That playful jade the sea

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