Dover Beach


Listen! you hear the grating roar
Of pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling,
At their return, up the high strand,
Begin, and cease, and then again begin,
With tremulous cadence slow, and bring
The eternal note of sadness in.

Sophocles long ago
Heard it on the Ægean, and it brought
Into his mind the turbid ebb and flow
Of human misery; we
Find also in the sound a thought,
Hearing it by this distant northern sea.


From Dover Beach, by Matthew Arnold


Sophocles pondering the metaphorical “turbid ebb and flow” of human misery

This has been a surprising Saturday something: a series of somethings that surprisingly happens on Saturdays sometimes.