Sunday, March 23, 2008

Frosty beach

No matter how many times I find myself at the beach, during each visit the last stanza of Frost's poem "Neither Out Far Nor In Deep" inevitably sneaks into my brain:

They cannot look out far.
They cannot look in deep.
But when was that ever a bar
To any watch they keep?

And now that I've spoiled the ending for you, you may read the rest of the poem here.

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