The Maine beaches were generally moody and overcast on our visit in October.
The poet Mary Oliver frequently used shore imagery. She lived much of her life near the Massachusetts coast. Here’s her poem The Poet Compares Human Nature To The Ocean From Which We Came.
The sea can do craziness, it can do smooth,
it can lies down like silk breathing
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or toss havoc shoreward; it can give
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gifts or withhold all; it can rise, ebb, froth
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like an incoming frenzy of fountains, or it can
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sweet-talk entirely. As I can too,
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and so, no doubt, can you, and you.
Mary Oliver, The Poet Compares Human Nature To The Ocean From Which We Came, from A Thousand Mornings, 2012