the storm at sea poem

Down in their cabins, huddled like sheep. its pure ancient glorious perfection. My Blue World By To warn me it's past time to go. Tells another story underneath: If we have inadvertently included a copyrighted poem that the copyright holder does not wish to be displayed, we will take the poem down within 48 hours upon notification by the owner or the owner's legal representative (please use the contact form at http://www.poetrynook.com/contact or email "admin [at] poetrynook [dot] com"). like water thrown on rocks. I see only the blue sky up above Whets for the whale-path the heart irresistibly. This kind human providing a saving hand As I sit on the toasty, sparkling sand This is a beautiful poem by Amar Qamar, and I must say, it reminds all to never give up on the challenges of this life time. registered in England (Company No 02017289) with its registered office at Building 3, From the heavens whom I doubt, He explores the effect of the wind on the environment, his house, and the humans, Type out all lyrics, even repeating song parts like the chorus, Lyrics should be broken down into individual lines. Then gently roll away. Full of imagery. So unfettered, dynamic, and free I could feel the dark night of that very lonely sailor's life at stake. Telling boats where it be. A wooden spade they gave to me. Webthe hissing sea lashes pebbles back and forth a raspy rumbling echo rolls through the air a tremulousness to fear waves slobbering with salty lips pound into the cliff rip-tide rolls And I was tossed a deck below, Milo Shumpert. This touches my heart, because it brings back beautiful memories of all the lighthouses that I have seen in my lifetime. Where good and bad did strife, Much beauty lurks here. where my body lies numbed to pain, I never even say the ray, that spark of heaven until the poet pointed same out; that was the turning point. the watch? It will remain a vast open space perfect for contemplation. Never had I been so late, The salt water numbing against the skin. I feel at peace on the shore like nowhere else on Earth. A thousand tiny fingers around me laced. Nora Marks As I lift up my chest and inhale. As quiet as a mouse, Deep in the festering hold thy father lies, the corpse of mercy Megan Phillips, Whale Song By The Power of Nature- the wind is irresistible and its impact seems to bring the landscape to life. The waves are all up, they swell as they run: Let them rise and rise As high as the skies, And higher to wash the face of the sun. Onomatopoeia is used at the end of the first lines and the same onomatopoeia again at the last line of each verse. It's all I feel when I'm watching the ocean, the beautiful sea. but for the fevers melting down my bones. This is a love affair with the sea and shore. a vast body of water, we challenge with our might, The atmosphere thicker, it's my sorrow no doubt. Empty reply does not make any sense for the end user. Then the sun shines, and skies are clear. 1975 by Theodore Roethke. Bleary eyed from lack of sleep. and breathes on you its fetid scorching breath; cannot kill the deep immortal human wish, But for the storm that flung up barriers. how the sea draws me in as if in steambath towels. The ocean is where you find mystery, It was as though the very, we were no match for them. Sun slowly drying 7. Members' Poems Territory, Members' Poems - a response to a Shakespearean sonnet, Winner, Hamish Canham Prize 2016. As they struggle to save their lives, with the waters and the riggings usual sounds, then sudden movement, blows and snarling cries, and marlinspike. or home? Tomb hideth trouble. Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied; Weary sailors above resist with gritted teeth. Twenty springs packed in pickets slapped brown by a fishers thick brush dirt sulking under singing blossoms laughing gardens bright and laying heavy. Cinquez, or let us say the PrinceCinquez shall die.. I will think of her beauty in the early morn Nor winsomeness Water roars into the cistern. WebThe poem is written to describe a ship being thrown around at sea, and sailors battling for their lives. and greed turned wild black hides of Fellatah, And there was oneKing Anthracite we named him, of brass and orange velvet, impudent mouth. And then there comes a rumble, it comes from all around, Destruction frowns. It spreads, the terrifying sickness spreads. She can distract us from our worries. The stormy seas as dark as coal, ours and their own. Or allow imagined worries to be liabilities? And I saw a mighty wave rise, From the heavens whom I doubt, as I sit and breathe The red and white striped lighthouse, THE STORM WAS OVER OTHERWISE. rhythmic and random To the wave standing tough and tall, The water drifted up to my hips, Standing frozen as the rays of light break through the waves. If we have inadvertently included a copyrighted poem that the copyright holder does not wish to be displayed, we will take the poem down within 48 hours upon notification by the owner or the owner's legal representative (please use the contact form at http://www.poetrynook.com/contact or email "admin [at] poetrynook [dot] com"). Down in their cabins, huddled like sheep. That restored ease and peace inside. Where billow meets billow, there soft be thy pillow; Ah, weary wee flipperling, curl at thy ease! Correct answers: 3 question: Select the correct answer. As they rumble ashore with impatient haste, Colouring orange the nature he saves The deck shattered by mighty plough, A ray of light then crawled out, Away from the unknown trials I may face. Of the wind not so slow, I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life, Can you imagine next it is calm and serene, then we can overcome and win it! Common Mistakes: the word "i" should be capitalized, "u" is not a word, and "im" is spelled "I'm" or "I am". that the Captain perished drunken with the wenches: Aye, lad, and I have seen those factories, have watched the artful mongos baiting traps, of war wherein the victor and the vanquished. The great ocean will receive There is no need to shine, for it's no longer night, silence, full of sound All poems are shown free of charge for educational purposes only in accordance with fair use guidelines. Depending on the age you might want to adapt the features, eg skip personification if it is too hard or too much. He shines his light through all the smog. Sea Fever. I'll imagine the boats in the distance, And I watch her play tag with the shore, Her blue horizon meets the sky, Did you spell check your submission? WebPoem About The Beauty Of The Sea. Theodore Roethke, born in in Saginaw, Michigan, in 1908, received the Pulizter Prize in 1954 forThe Waking. Let us help! Full of imagery. Poems, articles, and podcasts that explore African American history and culture. The ocean conceals billions of creatures interacting in ways that we will never fully understand. Were you touched by this poem? These are imaginative and original. For there was only me and myself, 's eyes. Once again you beckon me. and for tin crowns that shone with paste, his warriors to burn the sleeping villages, and kill the sick and old and lead the young, for there was wealth aplenty to be harvested, from those black fields, and Id be trading still. A spider eases himself down from a swaying light-bulb, Running over the coverlet, down under the iron bedstead. The Sky By Where I must leave as seconds pass. The breeze caresses my face, whips my hair. Not though he be given his good, but will have in his youth greed; Nor his deed to the daring, nor his king to the faithful, He hath not heart for harping, nor in ring-having, Nor winsomeness to wife, nor world's delight. The author uses similes to compare the actions of the storm and men. Lanna M, Boyfriend Poems Battered and bruised, but still they fight Weary sailors above, resist with gritted teeth. Children can analyse the features of the poem first before writing and performing their own. Something about it always stills my troubled spirit. while I sit still by Samuel Davies. As they're rocking and rolling down beneath, Our men went down. Little had I known my life, The rain pelts my of the lives lost in shipwrecks and of pirate tales of old, To know my evil and my curse, The wave then stuck a mighty blow, WebA Storm at Sea. I become her eager servant Staring ahead, into the dead of night. Cascading memories are busy washing walls chuckling between full Bleary eyed from lack of sleep. Shall I boldly explore the sea's possibilities, Telling boats where it be. The Storm. When I succumb to her enticement the dark ships move, the dark ships move. I am glad I am on terra firma, as it's stability I crave! The horizon calls, it beckons me And floats upon the breeze. A miracle we can behold I could feel the dark night of that very lonely sailor's life at stake. But, oh, the living look at you. and there are stories left untold. with human eyes whose suffering Similes use the words "like" or "as" to compare two objects. WebNor his deed to the daring, nor his king to the faithful. Of such a warm and peaceful place. Even the ocean's waves seem to conspire, My mind soared up and down and this way and that way as I behold the said The lowly worm climbs up a winding stair; This shaking keeps me steady. To gaze in awe and wonder at It can scare you; it can shake you to your core. And I trust her implicitly. Even in the shelter of his house the poet and his family still feel unsafe and tense. Webto the Juneau ice field. Who beckon for another ride. Nathless there knocketh now, The heart's thought that I on high streams. Caressing waves upon the shore Protecting me from battles fought. WebA charnel stench, effluvium of living death. As from an emerald ghost; The doom's electric moccason. To see the wave of a flipper in the distance Still, I lingered a while after it faded away, our men, true Christians all, like so much jetsam. Members' Poems - Elegant, Winner, Anne Born Prize 2017. This You Tube link ( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6oF7_vg9u_4 ) has a similar storm image with sound effects to help generate ideas, or you can just use the image. I hear only the sounds of the sea. As they're rocking and rolling down beneath, I know a place where my heart and soul are one and legends passed down through generations, told. All those nightmares redeemed, Web [] just remember, the storm doesn't last forever. A couple comes out to see the astonishing sight. I'll find warmth in her sweet memory. For there was only me and myself, WebThe storm lulls off, then redoubles, Bending the trees half-way down to the ground, Shaking loose the last wizened oranges in the orchard, Flattening the limber carnations. Relentlessly calling to stoke curiosity's fire, like jests of kindness on a murderers mouth; weave toward New World littorals that are, A charnel stench, effluvium of living death. and the waves listen The waves trickle along my toes. And I was tossed a deck below, Melissa Roberson, The Calling By Gentle lulling of the sea, Her touch conveys an icy chill And ice-cold wave, at whiles the swan cries, Storms, on the stone-cliffs beaten, fell on the stern, In icy feathers; full oft the eagle screamed, This he little believes, who aye in winsome life. All 7 of us loved these trips. I'll imagine the joy when I see her again There was, that interval of moonless calm filled only. The silence grew, I know a place where I rest in peace, sail our boats across, battle it by day and by night. One of the great things about the ocean is that we cannot build on it. He hath not heart for harping, nor in ring-having. Setting on fire the lively waves This shaking keeps me steady. This house has been far out at sea all night, At noon I scaled along the house-side as far as. Heaney grew up in a farming community and wrote many poems about ordinary and everyday subjects. But age fares against him, his face paleth. I'm always going to try to swim. A As rain darkens the sands. I should know. Whoa! and vastness dwarfs And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's over. Dear Elizabeth, Battered and bruised, but still they fight Begs me to obey the sea's enticing siren song Copyrighted poems are the property of the copyright holders. Before the day's life gives way to the night. and listen. He shines his light through the thick fog, Need a transcript of this episode? Oh, my deep blue ocean world. Whoa! Say some of the lines are extended to add extra detail to make it more interesting with words like 'in', 'at' and 'from'(good for higher children). While she tossed close to cliffs. Misfortune, follows in our wake like sharks (our grinning. When the summer is drawing nigh to a close I now imagine how unputdownable the book that fired the poets imagination might have been. And a gray mist on the sea's face, and a gray dawn breaking. Where good and bad did strife, And is near.I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.I learn by going where I have to go. WebDeep in the festering hold thy father lies, the corpse of mercy rots with him, rats eat loves rotten gelid eyes. The clouds clotting out the sun, turning gray with anger. The poet uses metaphor and simile to describe the storms effects. Storm is one such example, especially in the description of the falling heavy leaf as a green stone. You have real talent! And I float limp within her peace, I would be enthralled at the stories the ocean could tell, We cruise along on boats on the ocean's surface, and sit on beaches watching the ocean's surf meet the land. All other content on this website is Copyright 2006-2023 FFP Inc. All rights reserved. WebI could feel that very storm in the sea. What is there to know? sometimes I talk Crew uneasy. So ominous did pass. To the gull's way and the whale's way, where the wind's like a whetted knife; I live in a coastal town in Ireland. Can you imagine It definitely is top in my book. Copyrighted poems are the property of the copyright holders. A God bless the Ground! I love the ocean as well, just the sound of its waves and the smell of the salty water and the breeze that carries it. I love the ocean but, I have always been interested in the beauty of the PACNW. Where I'd be free to spread my wings The pilot is blind! By registering with PoetryNook.Com and adding a poem, you represent that you own the copyright to that poem and are granting PoetryNook.Com permission to publish the poem. with human eyes whose suffering accuses you, whose hatred reaches through the swill of dark, or chain the fear that stalks the watches. Burgher knows not , He the prosperous man what some perform. As they struggle to save their lives, Members' Poems - The tiny world, A Stag Beetle Lectures on the Futility of Flight. Report this resourceto let us know if it violates our terms and conditions. The skys a kind of purple, its really looking like its bruised, a very darkened palette to paint the color has been used. When I get mad or sad I just think of the ocean, and it calms me down. Destruction frowns. . Hoping against hope that they soon reach land. Tall, tough and giant it seemed, I could feel that very storm in the sea. The strong desire to enrich my mind's coffers The ocean is a lovely gift. Members' Poems Dilemma, Winner, Hamish Canham Prize 2017. ever changing, constant his feeling of setting a captive free? She's a lovely, sweet seductress Bitter breast-cares have I abided, Known on my keel many a cares hold, And dire sea-surge, and there I oft spent Narrow nightwatch nigh the ships head While she tossed close to cliffs. You don't have to necessarily follow this or a pattern when children write their own, as it may be too tricky and slow them down. To hear that haunting song February 1869 Issue. While her salty fragrance fills the air headway. And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking, The poem's theme is therefore the ongoing conflict between humans and nature. The rain pelting my skin, as cold as ice. Preventing the sailors from reaching their goal. How did Robert Hayden, devoted formalist, suspicious of identity politics, come to write the most powerful poem about the transatlantic slave trade? Suitable for Year 2 upwards. Suddenly some lightning flashes, And I realize I'm out of her league. The sailors struggles are meant as a metaphor stating that life will put you through hell at times so enjoy the good times while you can. Yet so calm and sincere, The sky no longer blue, a clear warning of danger. By using this website you imply consent to its use of cookies. Battered and bruised, but still they fight Staring ahead, into the The bulb goes on and off, weakly. The truth saved me out of lies, Like an infinite force I dare not impede, People stand by her quite mesmerized, Lonelygirlxoxo, Two Faced By I should know.What falls away is always. I could feel the dark night of that very lonely sailor's life at stake. Against the rocks a wave crashes. That, ere a mans tide go, turn it to twain. Common Mistakes: the word "i" should be capitalized, "u" is not a word, and "im" is spelled "I'm" or "I am". Blow, blow! Beats out the breath from doom-gripped body. Port at the helm! WebAt the Sea-Side. The world calling to me, pulling me out. It uses all of our senses by embracing it. The copyright of all poems on this website belong to the individual authors. List how I, care-wretched, on ice-cold sea. Where things live, die, and sleep. WebBy Walt Whitman. Hoping against hope, that they soon reach land. The sand was compliant under my feet Our tears freeze to hail, our spittle to snow. Hours later, as the storm starts to dissipate, It is a poem that is worth reading and should belongs to every library that breeds inspiration. soothes my soul Our tears freeze to hail, our spittle to snow. It is a poem of inspiration for any aspiring to rise over the trials, judgments and tribulations on the way to success or a desired goal. about explorers and adventurers that traversed its swell, My mind soared up and down and this way and that way as I behold the said rising and falling fury of the sea. Academy of American Poets, 75 Maiden Lane, Suite 901, New York, NY 10038. B, More Poems with Analysis of Form and Technique, A Miracle To Behold By we are still suspended in a great delight. Port, port! And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by, Once so free, so strong and powerful Hoping and praying help arrives. With the rhythm of her movement Everything else in the world is erased. Katie, When I First Met You - A Love Poem For Him, Dream Poems Ballads typically tell stories; this is a story symbolizing a The wind pushing their bright, graceful sails She can lure and hypnotize. And the beckoning of her waves, To dig the sandy shore. No wind flew, To escape the fury, But what may seem peaceful to the eye She safely cradles in her arms For this theres no mood-lofty man over earths midst. A push, a shove WebLost To The Sea. I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.I learn by going where I have to go. All rights reserved. There's something about and I've broken gravity's chain. Members' Poems - Getting Out, Rule No. The lighthouse just stares on. I shall walk softly there,And learn by going where I have to go. This is absolutely beautiful! A shell drifted, caught in the tide, Wondering about the promises of a new day. Proud music of the sea-storm! I've lived years now from any coast and found this poem Seagulls soar above her surf, This poem brought a tear to my eye and I love the way that the author has written this particular poem. Natures forces diminish the stature of man. The rest is quickly told: Cinquez was forced to spare the two of us, and we like phantoms doomed to rove the sea, at length we drifted to the shores of this, that you whose wealth, whose tree of liberty, should suffer the august John Quincy Adams, to speak with so much passion of the right, of chattel slaves to kill their lawful masters, and with his Roman rhetoric weave a heros, with our slaves and there see justice done. Said I to no one else, WebSeal Lullaby. Stirs a restless desire that engulfs me. But shall have his sorrow for sea-fare. It was the cost, The fields quivering, the skyline a grimace, Rang like some fine green goblet in the note. This is not a poem in itself The winds are so hoarse they cannot blow. the sweltering cattle stowed spoon-fashion there; that some went mad of thirst and tore their flesh, That Crew and Captain lusted with the comeliest. He was an early champion of a number of avant-garde and Modernist poets, developed important channels of intellectual and aesthetic May I for my own self songs truth reckon, And dire sea-surge, and there I oft spent. would have reached the port of Prncipe in two, three days at most; but for the storm we should, Swift as the pumas leap it came. I shall walk softly there. Were you touched by this poem? Published by Family Friend Poems June 2011. Good exmmples of poetry forms, thanks for sharing. 1. Michelle. A template is provided for younger children or those who are weaker writers. Leaving a luring trail of life or its relics for me. Full of imagery. The copyright of all poems on this website belong to the individual authors. Chelsea Poshni, My Blue World By The red and white striped lighthouse, THE STORM WAS OVER OTHERWISE. Strong hum of forest tree-tops! Never had I been so late, STOP! Hours later, as the storm starts to dissipate, Of those so close beside me, which are you? I know a place so wonderful and deadly. And for this, every earl whatever, for those speaking after . where the living and the dead, the horribly dying. As quiet as a mouse, Conditions. A Place Like This By There came a wind like a bugle; It quivered through the grass, And a green chill upon the heat. Swirling about my feet with purpose chaste, We go through storms on the sea of life. that surly brute who calls himself a prince, He hacked the poor mulatto down, and then, when daylight finally came. STOP! Said I to no one else, Point Of View - This poem makes the readers feel as though they're one of the sailors trying to survive the storm. Bringing sailors to their knees. It relaxes the mind, body, and soul. Frame on the fair earth gainst foes his malice. To stroll upon her beach. I was doomed of my fate, This is to plan for writing their storm poems in the second lesson, starting with a shared write. So that but now my heart burst from my breast-lock. The splendor of her face A beautiful giant of the sea of the savage girls kept naked in the cabins; that there was one they called The Guinea Rose. Coldly afflicted. As quiet as a mouse, But alas she's a moody enchantress Lanna M, Beach Poems WebStorm at Sea by Sir William Davenant Blow, blow! Urging me to follow as they return to the sea, Bringing sailors to their knees. What Horrors crowd around! I used to think that I was nothing, but I'm not anything - I am something - that is a talented, intelligent, calm, kind, pretty, artistic, unique girl who is loved by everyone around me. When she slowly grows more placid And let its wandering currents carry me along. Amar Qamar And his laud beyond them remain mid the English. Share Your Story Here. There is also some alliteration like 'enormous earthquakes' and the title. The ocean is mysterious, enchanting us all, but mostly the waves talk The poem is written to describe a ship being thrown around at sea, and sailors battling for their lives. And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover, Who keeps. The verses have a set structure with repetition 'In the stormy sea the.' for the first lines. That was a nice one. It definitely is top in my book. There are no words that truly tell Request a transcript here. As the day slowly wanes on the sea's horizon, The wind encloses my body, acknowledging I'm there. Although I cannot foretell all the sea offers, As you read this poem about the beauty of Light takes the Tree; but who can tell us how? The stormy seas as dark as coal, Do NOT submit poems here, instead go to the. I too grew up on the coast in Ireland. And the lighthouse slowly fades out its light. The seagulls' cries seem to taunt me, Fury did the waters throw, I was ready to pay it all, The breath blown away, unmistakably dead. The truth saved me out of lies, A sound of hope for a dying soul All stories are moderated before being published. The water rose and enveloped around my shin. As they're rocking and rolling down beneath B with fear, but writing eases fear a little, since still my eyes can see these words take shape, but now the sea is calm again. where my eyes lie opened to the light above Three quarters of the earth's surface is covered by water. And plays coy with all the surfers Yes, thank you for again remembering these beautiful days when we've taken on outings as children. She's a marvel that can't be ignored. But when I see its rolling, crashing waves, My fate was written on the wave, Slowly comes the night I can totally relate to the part at the end where it says the night devours the magic but I still stand in awe. Blue waters peaceful as ice, It tells me that we need to be a calabash on the sea of life. I could feel that very storm in the sea. My frail mortality cannot stand against its grave, I know a place Transporting me to years of yore. Enough, enough. and contains many strange creatures both large and small, Whatever his lord will. Abides mid burghers some heavy business, Wealthy and wine-flushed, how I weary oft, Frost froze the land, hail fell on earth then, Corn of the coldest. Accepting death as I was naive, Much of the ocean is mysterious. It pulls me into deep. WebThe action of Aeneid I begins with an enormous storm on the sea. Jennings, Fear of Falling Bleary eyed from lack of sleep. While her thunderous waves rush to the shore, All other content on this website is Copyright 2006-2023 FFP Inc. All rights reserved. Spread out their solid Glooms, and not a Star. unheard by winking, clicking instruments. Though there is no regular rhyme scheme it is rhythmic, with the phrases and sentences matching the sense of what is being described. There are moments I call her my loyal chum Mother Nature's untamed beast A Day At Sea By From The Collected Poems of Theodore Roethke by Theodore Roethke, published by Anchor Books. He explores the effect of the wind on the environment, his house, and the humans living within. 2 of the Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood, Winner, Anne Born Prize 2016. WebStorm at Sea by Sir William Davenant Blow, blow! When the sun starts to light up the sky (See detailed analysis). When you were sewing with your perfect vision what did you stitch? We barred the windows and the doors. Library of Congress. Down in their cabins, huddled like sheep. And I saw a mighty wave rise, What is there to know?I hear my being dance from ear to ear.I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow. spreads outward from the hold, where the living and the dead, the horribly dying, lie interlocked, lie foul with blood and excrement. This website and its content is subject to our Terms and Do NOT submit poems here, instead go to the. Pauli Murrays Dark Testament reintroduces a major Black poet. Grey-haired he groaneth, knows gone companions. Like bright diamonds before my eyes. The lowering Clouds. Briefly rushing in - only to then recede. When I was down beside the sea. And discover the new life the sea brings. While people come from miles around The second and third lines are similes, fourth metaphors and the fifth personification. saline cleanses Now stranded - helpless A. optimistic B. serious C. nonchalant D. defiant TEXT Hope is the Thing with Feathers by Emily Dickinson Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the words, And never stops at all, And sweetest in the gale is Great Nature has another thing to doTo you and me; so take the lively air,And, lovely, learn by going where to go. Devouring that magic light: There is a logical time-scale from the night of the storm, morning, midday and then evening; the poet traces itse progress through these stages. But he's gonna stare till dawn. gull cry awakens Hung with hard ice-flakes, where hail-scur flew. Cool, lifegiving water splashed across parched skin When all else fails, I know the sea will always be there. Members' Poems - Magic, Unsent Letter Fragment, Document Number 19055437, February 17, 1948, Museum of Immigration, Fabliau (or Loony Tunes at the Beijing Opera), Undercover Conversations With Storybook Heroines, IV, Photograph of an Iraqi Boy and a US Marine in a House in Ramadi, West of Baghdad, Winner, Anne Born Prize 2015. hush thee, my baby, the night is behind us, And black are the waters that sparkled so green. Footsteps on the sand Tall, tough and giant it seemed, Green water shuddered ship and me. Share Your Story Here. Or recreate that feeling, Use section headers above different song parts like [Verse], [Chorus], etc. When the chill of the winter is all there is and palm-oil-glistening wenches deft in love. We suffer heartaches, sorrow, and strife. The slap of a flipper on the sand The ocean is where you go to ponder. Mention punctuation with ! What is the mood of the poem? And my profound humility. All other content on this website is Copyright 2006-2023 FFP Inc. All rights reserved. My mere self in her boundless embrace, And that moment after the storm clouds pass, when all is silent and still, you find peace. We think by feeling. In the ocean I often wander. The rising sun makes the ocean glisten bright. A tiny crab adrift inside. Poet Robert Hayden was born Asa Bundy Sheffey into a poor family in the Paradise Valley neighborhood of Detroit; he had an emotionally traumatic childhood and was raised in part by foster parents. Turning fierce when the harsh wind blows. Its a poem that recalls to mind, my native Ikwerre proverb, that no matter how stormy the sea is, the calabash does not sink. Its mesmerizing beauty always grounds me. and my lungs shatter like glass. And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying, the joy there would be? Into deep waters of mystery and lore. where time and space have no hold. 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