Shades are deeper here, less
Subtle than Aldeburgh;
This murky northern coast.
Anchored along the beach,
Gormley's zombies wait; dream
With the incoming tide.
Strange how they stand apart,
Their measured distances
Contrived. Their patina
Is rust; monoliths whose
Outlines are emphasised
Dark bronze by the sunset.
Like them, do we not stand
In search of another
Place; in search of lost Time?
Neil Young
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/reading-powell-on-crosby-beach/
