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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=427792" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Surfer</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=427792" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">He thrust his joy against the weight of the sea;<br>climbed through, slid under those long banks of <br>foam--<br>(hawthorn hedges in spring, thorns in the face stinging).<br>How his brown strength drove through the hollow and coil<br>of green-through weirs of water!<br>Muscle of arm thrust down long muscle of water;<br>and swimming so, went out of sight<br>where mortal, masterful, frail, the gulls went wheeling<br>in air as he in water, with delight.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=427792" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Turn home, the sun goes down; swimmer, turn home.<br>Last leaf of gold vanishes from the sea-curve.<br>Take the big roller’s shoulder, speed and serve;<br>come to the long beach home like a gull diving.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=427792" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">For on the sand the grey-wolf sea lies, snarling,<br>cold twilight wind splits the waves’ hair and shows<br>the bones they worry in their wolf-teeth. O, wind blows<br>and sea crouches on sand, fawning and mouthing;<br>drops there and snatches again, drops and again snatches<br>its broken toys, its whitened pebbles and shells.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Judith+Wright">Judith Wright</a></strong></div>