The Surfer

Judith Wright

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He thrust his joy against the weight of the sea;
climbed through, slid under those long banks of
foam---
(hawthorn hedges in spring, thorns in the face stinging).
How his brown strength drove through the hollow and coil
of green-through weirs of water!
Muscle of arm thrust down long muscle of water;
and swimming so, went out of sight
where mortal, masterful, frail, the gulls went wheeling
in air as he in water, with delight.


Turn home, the sun goes down; swimmer, turn home.
Last leaf of gold vanishes from the sea-curve.
Take the big roller’s shoulder, speed and serve;
come to the long beach home like a gull diving.

For on the sand the grey-wolf sea lies, snarling,
cold twilight wind splits the waves’ hair and shows
the bones they worry in their wolf-teeth. O, wind blows
and sea crouches on sand, fawning and mouthing;
drops there and snatches again, drops and again snatches
its broken toys, its whitened pebbles and shells.

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Comments1
  • agneswoollacott

    HEY GUYS, JUST FINISHED READING THIS EPIC POEM! FELT I WAS RIDING THE WAVES. LOVED ALL THE WATER IMAGERY, VERY INSPIRING.