Conrad Aiken





Discordants V

In the noisy street,  
Where the sifted sunlight yellows the pallid faces,  
Sudden I close my eyes, and on my eyelids  
Feel from the far-off sea a cool faint spray,- 

A breath on my cheek,  
From the tumbling breakers and foam, the hard sand shattered,  
Gulls in the high wind whistling, flashing waters,  
Smoke from the flashing waters blown on rocks; 

-And I know once more,  
O dearly belovèd! - that all these seas are between us,  
Tumult and madness, desolate save for the sea-gulls,  
You on the farther shore, and I in this street.