Every time I see the sea, I think of one of my favourite poems, The Sea, by James Reeves (1909-1978).
I tried to get inside the mind of the poet as he works the extended metaphor of a giant dog (in my imagination this is an Old English Sheepdog) and laces the poem with noise, movement, energy, humour and a tangible sense of threat through the use of rhyme, rhythm, alliteration, sound imagery, onomatopoeia, to contrast the 'giant sea-dog' in its stormy and quiet moods.

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