Looking south from Winthrop toward Boston.
"Fifteen years between me and the bay
Profited memory, but did away with the old scenery
And patched this shoddy
Makeshift of a view to quit
My promise of an idyll. The blue's worn out:
It's a niggard estate,
Inimical now. The great green rock
We gave good use as ship and house is black
With tarry muck''
-- From "Green Rock, Winthrop Bay,'' by Sylvia Plath
