The sea is the land's edge also, the granite Into which it reaches, the beaches where it… — T.S. Eliot

The sea is the land's edge also, the granite Into which it reaches, the beaches where it tosses It hints of earlier and other creation: The starfish, the hermit crab, the whale's backbone; The pools where it offers to our curiosity The more delicate algae and the sea anemone. It tosses up our losses, the torn seine, The shattered lobsterpot, the broken oar And the gear of foreigh dead men. The sea has many voices.