“Out of the golden remote wild west where the sea without shore is,
Full of the sunset, and sad, if at all, with the fullness of joy…” Swinburne
“The sea is the consolation of this our day, as it has been the consolation of the centuries.
The sea is the matrix of creation, and we have the memory of it in our blood.
But far more than this is there in the sea.
It presents, upon the greatest scale we mortals can bear, those not mortal powers which brought us into being. It is not only the symbol or the mirror, but especially it is the messenger of the Divine.”
“… All that which concerns the sea is profound and final.”
The sea hath no king but God alone. ~Dante Gabriel Rossetti, The White Ship
Mighty, music-haunted sea.
– Anna Katharine Green
On the Sea John Keats
It keeps eternal whisperings around
Desolate shores, and with its mighty swell
Gluts twice ten thousand caverns, till the spell
Of Hecate leaves them their old shadowy sound.
Often `tis in such gentle temper found
That scarcely will the very smallest shell
Be moved for days from whence it sometime fell
When last the winds of heaven were unbound.
Oh ye! whose ears are dinned with uproar rude
Or fed too much with cloying melody –
Sit ye near some old cavern’s mouth, and brood
Until ye start, as if the sea nymphs quired!
Roadways by John Masefield
Leads me, lures me, calls me
To salt green tossing sea;
A road without earth’s road-dust
Is the right road for me.
A wet road heaving, shining,
And wild with seagull’s cries,
A mad salt sea-wind blowing
The salt spray in my eyes.
My road calls me, lures me
West, east, south, and north;
Most roads lead men homewards,
My road leads me forth.
To add more miles to the tally
Of grey miles left behind,
In quest of that one beauty
God put me here to find.
The Edge of the Sea
The scent from the bay carries something like memories from the edge of the sea where the sun goes at the end of the day. I inhale the breeze As I watch the sun retreat into the edge of the sea, and I wonder what’s there, and why the scents from the edge of the sea seem to carry memories, and whether the ships moored along the harbor ever get there.
The Sea Limits
CONSIDER the sea’s listless chime: