Across the Bay

Across the BayBy Donald Davie

A queer thing about those waters: there are no

Birds there, or hardly any.

I did not miss them, I do not remember

Missing them, or thinking it uncanny.

The beach so-called was a blinding splinter of limestone,

A quarry outraged by hulls.

We took pleasure in that: the emptiness, the hardness

Of the light, the silence, and the water’s stillness.

But this was the setting for one of our murderous scenes.

This hurt, and goes on hurting:

The venomous soft jelly, the undersides.

We could stand the world if it were hard all over. 

This poem is very interesting in a weird way though. Why I really chose it is because I saw the title and I wondered what was across the bay. Also really it was just the first one I saw. Though how it makes me feel when I read is one word " puzzled". I really couldn't connect to it. Alls I really know is he's describing this beach and how horrible it is. Though this why I really liked it is because of all the details he wrote about and seems like a place I would never want to go to.  

 1. The venomous soft jelly, the undersides.-  I like how he used this line to tell how horrible the beach is 

2. Teh beach so-called was a blinding splinter of limestone.- I shows how small the beach is. 

3.  A queer thing about those waters: there are no birds there, or hardly any. It shows how empty the beach is.