Now , now, we know to be cool on beach
On the English shore ,as lights glimmer
Across the channel, the French perfume.
We do not care what a noisy Aegian sea
Reminded heavily blinded tragic heroes
And the philosophers about sea pebbles.
On Dover we are not somber , just drunk.
As sea ebbed of faith, we have good time.
We have our darkest goggles all the time.
We are cool on the beach with our bitch,
As some ignorant armies clash by night
And a poet grapples with human misery.
( The Dover Bitch is a poem by Anthony Hecht mocking the serious poem Dover Beach by the Victorian poet Mathew Arnold)