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Poet’s Corner 1 year 4 weeks ago #21004

  • Penny Storey
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over my toes

Over my toes
goes
the soft sea wash
see the sea wash
the soft sand slip
see the sea slip
the soft sand slide
see the sea slide
the soft sand slap
see the sea slap
the soft sand wash
over my toes.

Michael Rosen.
(even better when seen with Quentin Blake's illustrations)
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Poet’s Corner 1 year 4 weeks ago #21005

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Thanks Penny.

You have reminded me of one of my favourite books, The Big Big Sea by Martin Waddell, illustrated by Jennifer Eachus.

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"the way life should be"
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Poet’s Corner 1 year 3 weeks ago #21011

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The first great poem in English literature is “Beowulf” from around the 8th century A.D. In this instance describing Beowulf’s calm sea and prosperous voyage back to his Geats (early Swede) homeland after slaying the monster Grendel. The translation and modern English version was composed by Seamus Heaney (1939-2013), the Nobel Prize-winning Irish poet. You can almost feel yourself in the Viking longship which wreaked havoc on Irish shores around that time.

Then the broad hull was beached on the sand
To be cargoed with treasure, horses and war-gear.
The curved prow motioned; the mast stood high
Above Hrothgar’s riches in the loaded hold.
The guard who had watched the boat was given
A sword with gold fittings and in future days
That present would make him a respected man
At his place on the mead-bench.
Then the keel plunged

And shook in the sea; and they sailed from Denmark.
Right away the mast was rigged with its sea-shawl;
Sail ropes were tightened, timbers drummed
And stiff winds kept the wave-crosser
Skimming ahead; as she heaved forward,
Her foamy neck was fleet and buoyant,
A lapped prow loping over currents,
Until finally the Geats caught sight of coastline
And familiar cliffs. The keel reared up,
Wind lifted it home, it hit on the land
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Poet’s Corner 1 year 1 week ago #21135

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Inishbofin

Inishbofin on a Sunday morning.
Sunlight, turfsmoke, seagulls, boatslip, diesel.
One by one we were being handed down
Into a boat that dipped and shilly-shallied
Scaresomely every time. We sat tight
On short cross-benches, in nervous twos and threes,
Obedient, newly close, nobody speaking
Except the boatmen, as the gunwales sank
And seemed they might ship water any minute.
The sea was very calm but even so,
When the engine kicked and our ferryman
Swayed for balance, grabbing for the tiller,
I panicked at the quick response and heft
Of the craft itself. What guaranteed us–
That fluency and buoyancy and swim–
Kept me in agony. All the time
As we went sailing evenly across
The deep, still seeable-down-into water,
It was as if I looked from another boat
Sailing through air, far up, and could see
How openly we fared in the light of morning,
And loved in vain our bare, bowed, numbered heads.

Seamus Heaney
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Poet’s Corner 1 year 1 week ago #21147

The Planter's Daughter by Austin Clarke

When night stirred at sea,
An the fire brought a crowd in
They say that her beauty
Was music in mouth
And few in the candlelight
Thought her too proud,
For the house of the planter
Is known by the trees.

Men that had seen her
Drank deep and were silent,
The women were speaking
Wherever she went --
As a bell that is rung
Or a wonder told shyly
And O she was the Sunday
In every week.
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Poet’s Corner 11 months 1 week ago #21415

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I just saw this and thought it beautiful.
It is called Love letter to Caitlin by Dylan Thomas.


I will come back alive and as deep in love with you
as a Cormorant dives,
as an Anemone grows,
As Neptune breathes,
As the sea is deep.



One can use it on next years Valentines cards.........or not, as appropriate,I recommend the former BUT, why wait that long???
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