The sea is never still.
It pounds on the shore
Restless as a young heart,
Hunting.
The sea speaks
And only the stormy hearts
Know what it says:
It is the face
of a rough mother speaking.
The sea is young.
One storm cleans all the hoar
And loosens the age of it.
I hear it laughing, reckless.
They love the sea,
Men who ride on it
And know they will die
Under the salt of it
Let only the young come,
Says the sea.
Let them kiss my face
And hear me.
I am the last word
And I tell
Where storms and stars come from.
~ Carl Sandburg
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wow - very moving! {:-D
ReplyDeleteThis is beautiful. The sea is a place that I shall never tire of. I love who I am when I am near it.
ReplyDeleteI need to get down to the sea...or the Gulf Of Mexico anyway. This time of year it's beautiful down there. I'm not young, but that's OK. Thanks for reminding me.
ReplyDeleteI love Carl Sandburg, especially:
ReplyDeleteFog
The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on
His poems are Simple, deep, lingering.