Even so, I enjoy going to the beach at night almost as much as I do during the day. I love walking along the surf under a cast of pale moonlight, listening to the waves pounding the shore, and feeling the sharp seashells against my tender feet. ...
In Szymborska's "True Love" we find a warm, tender, and shocking poem. ... The speaker almost shames the feelings that she presented in the previous stanzas in the last lines, where she basically states that if it makes it easier for you to get through the night to hold this grudge on true love and those who enjoy it, so be it. ...