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North of Berwick

Sydney Tremayne

Slowly the sea is parted from the sky:
The light surprises, crinkling on the water.
The white sun hardens; cliffs solidify.
A long coast of red rock where three swans fly
Engraves itself in calm, deceptive weather.

Three swans fly north, a diesel thumping south
Draws out of sight along the rusting railway,
All windows clouded with a communal breath.
Fields flash in the sunlight, far beneath
The sea turns in its scales, well in a seal’s way.

No boat invades that shining emptiness.
Because the waves are distant, the sky windless,
That pale line round the shore looks motionless.
Hearing such border warfare lost in space
You say the breathing of the sea is endless.

What is the one thing constant? Can you say?
The loneliness that we are born to merges
Perhaps with such a place on such a day.
No stones cry out because we cannot stay.
Through all our absences the long tide surges.


Sydney Tremayne

from Selected and New Poems (Chatto & Windus, 1973)

Reproduced by permission of the Estate of Sydney Tremayne

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observation Placebook Scotland Scottish Borders sea transience
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Sydney Tremayne1912 - 1986

Sydney Tremayne was an Ayrshire-born Scotsman whose working life was spent in England as a journalist, largely in London as a newspaperman in hectic Fleet Street, though his poetry often reflects quietly upon the complexities of the natural world.
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