Ethereal.

Porter, The Edge in the Afternoon, 1961

GREAT SPRUCE HEAD ISLAND

Like a tadpole heading north, its head highest in the 

            bay

Covered on the northside of the head with ferny 

            birchwoods

In the late spring full of fragrant twinflowers and

            flowering bunchberries 

And strawberries in the meadow, and daisies, and red 

            and yellow hawkweed

And on the shore the seaweed exposed by the yawning

            tide

Yawning southward toward the islands past the wind.

In the summer every afternoon rises the southwest 

            wind

And the off-shore winds are full of the scent of bay

And the quiet foggy days  of the smell of the beach at 

            low tide

And the warm breath of sunset exhales through the hollow 

            spruce woods

And the bright winds of June are full of the light of 

            the hawkweed

And the summer winds ethereal with a series 

            ripening berries.

Fairfield Porter