39 Big Waves in Wind and Clear Cold Sunlight, and the Intelligent New Secretary from the Main Office Clear from the entrance I could see the spray Glistening above the cartops like the snow That banners off the drifts in a big blow, And once I’m running I watch the falling away Of waves heaved house-high, and the steady play Of the cold light on wave-slopes bursting snow Over the snowy rush and crush below — Too much for surfers: wave-watchers here today. And up the beach, a girl sitting quietly On a big rock, with those waves roaring in. And it is Marilyn, I recognize As I come near; sun lights her gold hairpin, And I start wondering if her blue eyes Are seeing more than the rest of us down here see. 79