Coastlines

COASTLINES Wearing medallions on their shoulders, The hero waves of the Aegean Smooth rounded boulders. Brightness outside, and shadow deepness, Ruins of civilization with columns, Calming wind and heat haze - solemn Olives clinging to steepness. Naked waves without medallions, The metallic hum of Atlantic breakers Cuts ranks of basalt prism battalions. Wind’s gusty spray, its hazy chill, Its greyness here and around, Fills half-buried tumuli mounds In wet pine forest, on heather hill.