Descended to the shore, odd how we left <br />the young girl with us to herself, and went <br />straight to examine the stratified cliffs, <br />forgot her entirely in our interest. <br /> <br />You marvelled at the shapes the clockwork sea <br />had worn the stone, talking keenly, until <br />the pace of this random sculpture recalled <br />your age to you, and then its anodynes. <br /> <br />And so you turned, pretending youth, courting <br />the girl as if you were a boy again, <br />leaving the wry cliffs to their erosion <br />and me to my observant solitude.<br /><br />Ben Jonson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/porth-ceiriad-bay-2/
