Edgar Bowers

(2 March 1924 - 4 February 2000 / Rome)

An Afternoon At The Beach - Poem by Edgar Bowers

I’ll go among the dead to see my friend.
The place I leave is beautiful: the sea
Repeats the winds’ far swell in its long sound,
And, there beside it, houses solemnly
Shine with the modest courage of the land,
While swimmers try the verge of what they see.


I cannot go, although I should pretend
Some final self whose phantom eye could see
Him who because he is not cannot change.
And yet the thought of going makes the sea,
The land, the swimmers, and myself seem strange,
Almost as strange as they will someday be.


Comments about An Afternoon At The Beach by Edgar Bowers

  • Gold Star - 5,724 Points Herbert Guitang (5/26/2015 11:55:00 PM)

    An encapsulating expression.
    Great write (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Joub Kahuria (2/8/2012 7:25:00 AM)

    awesome...i like how you express your mind (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 22, 2010



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