When you go to the beach and the tide is running out over flat sand, the sky is kind of clear. That sky, the blue and the clouds, are all reflected on the wet, flat sand. That. We saw this at Newport on my birthday, and I came across a similar scene today, when the sun finally came out again, at Aberporth. What joy to see that sun.
Reflection
Earth of
light
sky of earth
(from
Dancing the Siguiriya, by Federico
Garcia Lorca)
The
sky is on the beach,
all
the blue heavens are there at our feet.
Still
and silent on a winter-weathered strand,
earth
and space have contrived to meet.
The
entire sky is shining on the sand,
there
before us, spread in front of our feet.
The
world is upside down,
someone
turned it all around.
Someone
turned it all around,
the
world is upside down.
There
before us, just in front of our feet,
the
entire blue sky is shining on the sand.
Earth
and space have contrived to meet,
still
and silent on the winter weathered strand,
all
the blue heavens are there at our feet.
The
sky is on the beach.
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