Painting by Jack Coggins
OFF BANKS PENINSULA - By Denis Glover
Clear and sweet in the crystal weather
The sail and the shroud
Are walking and talking together.
Wind tumbles from the sail, the blocks
Clattering, and the hull dies.
To drift at the cliff's foot
Is to feel the south. The swell
Heaves wide and free like a mature woman,
And the rocks,
Bannered with weed among the gulp
And tumour of the tide
Accept with patience each long kiss.
The far brown hills swelling triumphant
From the plain of blue to the blue sky
Bosom the easy cloud,
Serene and self-possessed rising
Amid illimitable seas endlessly sad.
Wind whispers in: the yacht again
Asserts direction on the trackless tide.