Sea Poems
The Mississippi River Empties Into The Gulf
by Lucille Clifton
and the gulf enters the sea and so forth,
none of them emptying anything,
all of them carrying yesterday
forever on their white tipped backs,
all of them dragging forward tomorrow.
it is the great circulation
of the earth's body, like the blood
of the gods, this river in which the past
is always flowing. every water
is the same water coming round.
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Questions Of Travel
by Elizabeth Bishop
There are too many waterfalls here; the crowded streams
hurry too rapidly down to the sea,
and the pressure of so many clouds on the mountaintops
makes them spill over the sides in soft slow-motion,
turning to waterfalls under our very eyes.
- For if those streaks, those mile-long, shiny, tearstains,
aren't waterfalls yet,
in a quick age or so, as ages go here,
they probably will be.
But if the streams and clouds keep travelling, travelling,
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My Last Duchess
by Robert Browning
FERRARA.
That's my last Duchess painted on the wall,
Looking as if she were alive. I call
That piece a wonder, now: Fr Pandolf's hands
Worked busily a day, and there she stands.
Will't please you sit and look at her? I said
''Fr Pandolf'' by design, for never read
Strangers like you that pictured countenance,
The depth and passion of its earnest glance,
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I Am In Need Of Music
by Elizabeth Bishop
I am in need of music that would flow
Over my fretful, feeling fingertips,
Over my bitter-tainted, trembling lips,
With melody, deep, clear, and liquid-slow.
Oh, for the healing swaying, old and low,
Of some song sung to rest the tired dead,
A song to fall like water on my head,
And over quivering limbs, dream flushed to glow!
There is a magic made by melody:
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Gone Fishin'
by Delmar Pepper
I've finished life's chores assigned to me,
So put me on a boat headed out to sea.
Please send along my fishing pole
For I've been invited to the fishin' hole.
Where every day is a day to fish,
To fill your heart with every wish.
Don't worry, or feel sad for me,
I'm fishin' with the Master of the sea.
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Beyond Their Gaze
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Ed, Dave and Greg were life-long friends, who liked spending time together;
As beautiful colors unite in wild dismay, following blue-gray, stormy weather.
They dreamed of owning a luxurious hot tub, like learning the latest dance;
When early twilight blooms breathe joy, and glorious moon looks askance.
They were saving towards the lofty goal, and they would all pay a third for it.
They would share responsibility and the use of it, like a glitter trailing rocket.
Each friend had his own highly skilled trade, and they were successful men;
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Oceans Linguistics
by Ayatullah Nurjati
The ocean, rolling into the ocean, is a collection of words in a living dictionary.
Every rolling wave is a phrase, every splash against the reef is punctuation, and every leaping fish is a metaphor waiting to be caught.
For fishermen, these words are captured by nets, unraveled into fortunes and experiences. For poets, these words are struck by pens, woven into pulsating verses.
In this boundless dictionary, every voyage is a sentence, every storm an epic poem, and every island a hidden verse.
The sea is never silent; it simply awaits a keen eye to read it and a brave soul to interpret it.
Tasso's tiny needles
by Dimitris Boskainos
They say the waves at the shore, where foam meets the sand,
That once upon a time, no foam there did stand.
Until an old blind woman, knitting night and day,
Her sorrows and her joys of life in thread would lay,
Showed them to the sea, and the sea, in envy’s gleam,
Took up those crafts and donned them as foam’s white seam.
Upon the wet sand lay a ragged patchwork old,
Just enough for Tasso’s to sit, cross-legged and bold,
Knitting with her needles, tirelessly she toiled,
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Sea Wants Me
by Ghairo Daniels
SEA WANTS ME
Waves are here for the winners
spirals floating in turquoise
dance ululating undulating
blue bright sight
a point with paddle board
to soar sanguine Seas
I know not whether I’m
merman or beach sand speck
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Turtle Dove
by Ghairo Daniels
TURTLE DOVE
A turtle dove
I landed on your chest
widened the jagged crack
Your Heart chambers shivered
quiet silver ripples in a
tender Garden of Eden
Watching me, your son
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Robert Louis Stevenson (45 poems about Sea)
November 13, 1850 / Edinburgh, Scotland - December 3, 1894 / Vailima, Samoa -
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