The clouds are low and hairy in the skies

All I can think of right now is Robert Frost's poem. I have a recording of him reading it that I think was made around 1960 just before he died. He read it fast with hardly a pause for breath, in his old man's voice. It was as if he was hurrying to get it recited before he too had to run and 'prepare himself for rage.'Here it is, two ways:The shattered water made a misty din.Great waves looked over others coming in,And thought of doing something to the shoreThat water never did to land before.The clouds were low and hairy in the skies,Like locks blown forward in the gleam of eyes.You could not tell, and yet it looked as ifThe shore was lucky in being backed by cliff,The cliff in being backed by continent;It looked as if a night of dark intentWas coming, and not only a night, an age.Someone had better be prepared for rage.There would be more than ocean-water brokenBefore God's last Put out the Light was spoken.And this is he reading it via iTunes.. You get 90% of it; enough to hear the wonderful quaver in his voice.. Click right here...But there's no quavering in our voices today, right? Although before all this is over we just might be glad the cliff is backed by continent... Good luck everyone!