No Shelter In That Headland

[Stella Bloch by A.K. Coomaraswamy, ca. 1920]

But you--you are unsheltered,
cut with the weight of wind--
you shudder when it strikes,
then lift, swelled with the blast--
you sink as the tide sinks,
you shrill under hail, and sound
thunder when thunder sounds
-H.D., The Shrine