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Light Like the Beautiful Trout Fly Name:
Pale Evening Dun
Cold spatter of rain, then wind. Last night the tide
Covering the beach and sliding up the rocks
Along the cliff s, driving the sanderling fl ocks
And me elsewhere, now a beach fi ve yards wide
All kelp-heaps and scattered stones, and a rock-slide
At the point, wet shale in jagged blocks
Angled for twists, foot-slitherings, bone-shocks;
And pooled and trickling water on every side.
I rock-hop past the next point. Here the air
Is quiet, the ocean crump-crumping its tons
Well out from shore, the nearby water still ...
Stretch of smooth sand! with a boulder here and there,
Standing alone -- black rock, gray water, duns
Of wet sand, cloud-roofed, in the even light; so beautiful.