Joanna
----- Original Message ----- [A poet even more unfashionable than Pound, but no knives, tho' much gray, I suppose...]
...There lies the port; the vessel puffs her sail; There gloom the dark, broad seas. My mariners, Souls that have toiled, and wrought, and thought with me--- That ever with a frolic welcome took The thunder and the sunshine, and opposed Free hearts, free foreheads---you and I are old; Old age hath yet his honor and his toil. Death closes all; but something ere the end, Some work of noble note, may yet be done, Not unbecoming men that strove with gods. The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks; The long day wanes; the slow moon climbs; the deep Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends. 'Tis not too late to seek a newer world. Push off, and sitting well in order smite the sounding furrows; for my purpose holds To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths Of all the western stars, until I die. It may be that the gulfs will wash us down; It may be that we shall touch the Happy Isles, And see the great Achilles, whom we knew. Though much is taken, much abides; and though We are not now that strength which in old days Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are--- One equal temper of heroic hearts, Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
[from Tennyson's Ulysses, 1842]
On Oct 12, 2013, at 6:41 PM, "JOANNA A." <123hop at comcast.net> wrote:
> Yes. That's very good. But I need one with a little less gray and no sharp knives.
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> Joanna
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> ----- Original Message -----
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> Too ashamed to say why, but does anyone happen to think of a good/short poem or
> part of a poem that talks about sailing or sailing ships or the lure of the sea?
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> Thanks,
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> Joanna
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> Probably the most famous one is John Masefield's "Sea Fever": "I must go down to the sea again,...", etc.
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> Ji,m
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