Monday, May 9, 2011
In Memory Of David Archer (Liv) Comments
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The words are always as
strange and dead as those
fragments and oddments that
the wave casts up on the shore:
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George Barker
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7/18/2025 3:34:25 PM # 1.0.0
The grieving heart in this poem makes the reader feel a part of the grief and not standing outside. Read this abs say you do not lament: The children dance on the shore. The waves dies on the sand. The spray blows to and fro, the children dance and die. What waves are these that dance with the children on the sand? I hear them calling, but cannot hear what it is that they cry.