walk along the beach

such view always reminds me about this poem...

She walks along the beach
in a clean white scarf
the wave runs towards her
young and chirrupy like the meadow
through which she rushed
to meet it
The old peasant woman walks
along the beach
She is still weary
and trembling
she is still full of the bustle
of the journey
of artificial lights
excited gestures
smoke over tables
of a stuffy night
in a closed compartment
the cold calling of loudspeakers
along vibrating platforms
She arrived here at dawn
Unknown flowers shivered
upon silver dunes
in sharp grasses
and pink lights
She walks
pressing a footmark on the sand...
T. Rozewicz, An old peasant woman walks
along the beach