27 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 cliffs, driving the sanderling flocks And me elsewhere, now a beach five 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. 55