HAUNT OF THE EVEJAR 33 



Next morning the sun burned in an azure 

 sky. The gulls wheeled over the surf, 

 seeking poor soddened bundles of feathers 

 that only a little while since had been filled 

 with hope and spurred by love to cross the 

 ocean, but had fallen into the water and 

 been drowned. 



Returning from inland fields, three gulls 

 with tranquil evening flight passed over 

 the hill towards the headland. A sheep path 

 wound irregularly over the hill, amongst 

 the heather and the uncurling brakeferns. 

 From here the western ocean was seen 

 afar, until it met the clouded heaven. A 

 subdued roar, a growling under-current of 

 sound, floated up the hillside, although 

 the sea was calm. Night and day, for 

 thousands of years, the same ceaseless mutter 

 of the shifting tides upon the sands, the 

 same pounding of the headland as the tons 



