16 Running Against a Cold Wind A bleakness about the place, with the wind keen, Dark ocean under it running like a full Rough icy river. A bright diagonal Of orange cloud slopes over the whole scene, The sky below it’s turning that strange pale green Coleridge in his dejection couldn’t feel The beauty of. I think of the tall girl Who glanced my way as I came driving in, And again later as I began my run And passed her with her friends, and how her presence Filled for a time the whole place like a fragrance. Hard going now! lungs hurting, and she long gone And everyone else but me, the whole scene stark, Even the cliff house windows staying dark. 33