A-poeming to the sea

I shall a-poeming to the sea,

a-poeming to the sea go I.

There shall I open my book bright-wide

and call my verse to the out-going tide

Till they be blessed

Then close I my book and eyes to be

alone with the poems of the sea.

There her verse glad-spread upon the earth

all writ in glyphs

of waves and shells and weed—

And she shall a-poeming come to me

To caress

and caress....

— Celadon, May 29, 2009

Critiques

Cloudthings

17 years ago

what a delight Celadon, I LOVE this. I confess such ardour for t

Hooorraahhh, what a delight Celadon, I LOVE this. I confess such ardour for the sea also, so this is just a wondrous pleasure for me to read, but I do love your style here, lovely old worldly feel to it, I am reminded of my mothers Favourite poem when I was little, I must look up who wrote it, might have been called the "Glade of Innisfree" I think? I think it went: "I must arise & go now & go to Innisfree (then describes this beautiful glade, I remember the neter, but the words escape me exactly) ... nine bean rows will I build there & a hive for the honey bee & live alone in the bee - loud - glade" I can hear her reciting it to me, after pestering she would succumb. I would draw pictures of it for her to try to make her smile (she didn't much, poor thing). Anyway, thank you I loved this read very much. & hurrah for another red head here on Neo as well... bless you fellow water baby.~ Anni ~~~ "Love has nothing to do with what you are expecting to get, it's what you are expected to give -- which is everything." -Anon

Cloudthings

17 years ago

The Lake Isle of Innisfree

It was Yeats!!! The Lake Isle of Innisfree William Butler Yeats, 1865-1939 I will arise and go now, And go to Innisfree, And a small cabin build there, Of clay and wattles made; Nine bean rows will I have there, A hive for the honey bee, And live alone in the bee-loud glade. And I shall have some peace there, For peace comes dropping slow, Dropping from the veils of the morning To where the cricket sings; There midnight's all a glimmer, And noon a purple glow, And evening full of the linnet's wings. I will arise and go now, For always night and day I hear lake water lapping With low sounds by the shore; While I stand on the roadway Or on the pavements gray, I hear it in the deep heart's core. Hope you like it Cheers~ Anni ~~~ "Love has nothing to do with what you are expecting to get, it's what you are expected to give -- which is everything." -Anon

Celadon

16 years 12 months ago

Yes, it was Yeats!

Celadon Oh Anni, thank you! I loved your comments and the memories of your childhood! I was shocked to see that my first note did not reach you, I probably forgot to "submit" after preview, but will try to reconstruct. Anyway, yes! It was Yeats! An old old love of mine. There is another sea poem I remember from grade 8 or so: John Masefield's " I Must go down to the Sea"- not so alluring as Yeats's "The Lake Isle of Innisfree".... With his "deep heart's core," there's just more longing packed in that phrase! Thank you for reminding me! Here's a favourite fire-in-the-head poem of his I want to share with you. Though of lost love, it's full of romance. Enjoy! luv, Celadon THE SONG OF WANDERING AENGUS by: W.B. Yeats I WENT out to the hazel wood, Because a fire was in my head, And cut and peeled a hazel wand, And hooked a berry to a thread; And when white moths were on the wing, And moth-like stars were flickering out, I dropped the berry in a stream And caught a little silver trout. When I had laid it on the floor I went to blow the fire a-flame, But something rustled on the floor, And some one called me by my name: It had become a glimmering girl With apple blossom in her hair Who called me by my name and ran And faded through the brightening air. Though I am old with wandering Through hollow lands and hilly lands, I will find out where she has gone, And kiss her lips and take her hands; And walk among long dappled grass, And pluck till time and times are done The silver apples of the moon, The golden apples of the sun.

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