Incident – Fleur Adcock 1934
When you were lying on the white sand,
A rock under your head, and smiling,
(Circled by dead shells), I came to you
And you said, reaching to take my hand,
‘Lie down.’ So for a time we lay
Warm on the sand, talking and smoking,
Easy; while the grovelling sea behind
Sucked at the rocks and measured the day.
Lightly I fell asleep then, and fell
Into a cavernous dream of falling.
It was all the cave-myths, it was all
The myths of tunnel or tower or well –
Alice’s rabbit-hole into the ground,
Or the path of Orpheus: a spiral suitcase
To hell, furnished with danger and doubt.
Stumbling, I suddenly woke; and found
Water about me. My hair was wet,
And you were sitting on the grey sand,
Waiting for the lapping tide to take me:
Watching, and lighting a cigarette.
“Incident, Fleur Adcock 1934.” The New Faber Book of Love Poems, by James Fenton, Faber, 2008, pp. 3–4.
This one is called ‘Incident’ by Fleur Adcock, taken from The New Faber Book of Love Poems, as a part of Poetry Pages. Yes, I did its MLA citation because I am an IB student and this is all plagiarism unless I do MLA citation. This was one of the first poetry anthologies I ever read and I simply fell in love with this poem. I hope you enjoy it.
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