The Beating Of The Waves Poem by Robert Rorabeck

And they will make publications—
And they will keep on believing in the
Unending desires of their parades:
It will come again and again to this,
Just like the beating,
And the beating of the waves:
Beautiful visions told time and again
To the children of the un-molested
Housewives,
While the visions outside of doors
Rises,
And the school surceases—
While I figure out my spellings as
For the bouquets of dwarves—
Until there is another honeymoon that
No one else deserves or who
Can pay for—
And then in the night: bold!
Crocodiles!
And anyone else who lies sleepless
On the banks beneath the Christmas trees—
And all of this,
And something more—
Something…. Something which my
Beloved mother was supposed to reveal to me.