Arthur Symons

(28 February 1865 – 22 January 1945 / Milford Havens, Wales)

At Dieppe - Poem by Arthur Symons

The grey-green stretch of sandy grass,
Indefinitely desolate;
A sea of lead, a sky of slate;
Already autumn in the air, alas!

One stark monotony of stone,
The long hotel, acutely white,
Against the after-sunset light
Withers grey-green, and takes the grass's tone.

Listless and endless it outlies,
And means, to you and me, no more
Than any pebble on the shore,
Or this indifferent moment as it dies.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, March 20, 2012

Poem Edited: Tuesday, March 20, 2012

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