A while back I was working in the Craft Country shop listening to podcasts and heard this poem read. I’d mostly tuned the podcast out – using it as background noise – but this made me stop, take notice, then skip back to hear it again.
Meeting at Night
by Robert Browning
I
The grey sea and the long black land;
And the yellow half-moon large and low;
And the startled little waves that leap
In fiery ringlets from their sleep,
As I gain the cove with pushing prow,
And quench its speed i’ the slushy sand.
II
Then a mile of warm sea-scented beach;
Three fields to cross till a farm appears;
A tap at the pane, the quick sharp scratch
And blue spurt of a lighted match,
And a voice less loud, thro’ its joys and fears,
Than the two hearts beating each to each!
I love this poem! I use it at school as a storyboarding activity-my students are only allowed to use ten frames to visually tell the poem
Sounds great!