Hatteras Calling Analysis

Southeast, and storm, and every weathervaneshivers and moans upon its dripping pin,ragged on chimneys the cloud whips, the rainhowls at the flues and windows to get in,the golden rooster claps his golden wingsand from the Baptist Chapel shrieks no more,the golden arrow in the southeast singsand hears on the roof the Atlantic Ocean roar.Waves among wires, sea scudding over poles,down every alley the magnificence of rain,dead gutters live once more, the deep manholeshollow in triumph a passage to the main.Umbrellas, and in the Gardens one old manhurries away along a dancing path,listens to music on a watering-can,observes among the tulips the sudden wrath,pale willows thrashing to the needled lake,and dinghies filled with water; while the skysmashes the lilacs, swoops to shake and break,till shattered branches shriek and railings cry.Speak, Hatteras, your language of the sea:scour with kelp and spindrift the stale street:that man in terror may learn once more to bechild of that hour when rock and ocean meet.

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