Banks of Noon
By Cecil Charles McCumber,
III
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Banks of Noon,
Warm in the sun's
Dry wings, and beaches
Gliding far beyond sight |
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The Old Man's cats -
White chests upturned, manes catch
The kiss of light
As it springs from sky's lips. |
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A clock's last tick,
Brass springs strewn
About like worms
Writhing, gold on white |
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Time's arms a tower, still,
No sound they make - yet
Upon the beach the waves
Do break - and crash |
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A melody of silence
Sung slowly - kings yawn,
White doth don
The beach below |
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And banks of noon
North of night's needle
run into the sun
and break the skin of time. |
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Originally Posted October 23, 2001. Reposted
on February 3, 2005.
Copyright 2005, 2001 by the Labyrinth and the United States Naval Academy,
http://www.usna.edu.
All rights reserved. Unauthorized reproduction or duplication is strictly
prohibited. The views expressed on this site are those of the author(s)
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Department of Defense, or the US Government.
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