Sea-Wash
The sea-wash never ends. The sea-wash repeats, repeats. Only old songs? Is that all the sea knows? Only the old strong songs? Is that all? The sea-wash repeats, repeats.
Carl Sandburg
The sea-wash never ends. The sea-wash repeats, repeats. Only old songs? Is that all the sea knows? Only the old strong songs? Is that all? The sea-wash repeats, repeats.
Standing near the surf, the speaker hears the same washing sound come again and again. The sea knows only old songs, but they are strong ones. The speaker wonders whether that is all—whether there is nothing beyond this ancient, repeated rhythm.
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