"A Slow Wind Flosses the Bleak Rocks. . ."

"The Last Meeting"--poem of the day by Gwen Harwood courtesy of the Guardian

As always with the Guardian, a nice appreciation and a very fine poem.

Add to that "the littoral zone of day and night."  Even though she probably meant "intertidal zone," the meaning is clear enough and perhaps littoral works when you think about it in just the right way.


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