Robert Pinsky on Being a Beach Bum
This afternoon I came across a Wall Street Journal piece worth sharing. Robert Pinsky writes on vacations, poetry and the beach:
Possibly to prove I was a good packer and possibly because I can't resist the ocean, I said I had a bathing suit—let's see the beach. Within a few minutes I was practically whimpering with happiness, scraping myself raw on the coral, gazing at fish the colors of parrots, clowns, neon lights. Abundant crowds and chorus lines of them. I couldn't stop, couldn't make myself get out of the water. Sometimes the world's beauty simply takes over.
You can read the full article here.
And from our archives, Robert Pinsky reads Bishop's "At the Fish Houses."