Harry Kemp

(15 December 1883 – 8 August 1960 / Youngstown, Ohio)

Harry Kemp Poems

1. The Endless Lure 4/15/2010
2. The Fog 4/15/2010
3. Then 4/15/2010
4. There's Nothing Like A Ship At Sea 4/15/2010
5. When Ham And Sham And Japhet: A Sailor's Song 4/15/2010
6. Wind-Jammer's Song (1845 Clipper Days) 4/15/2010
7. The Girl That Married Another Man 4/15/2010
8. The Wreck 4/15/2010
9. The Shipwrecked Sailor 4/15/2010
10. The Hummingbird 4/24/2012
11. Sailormen 4/15/2010
12. Ship's Glamour 4/15/2010
13. The Beach Comber 4/15/2010
14. The Chantey Of The Cook (Dithyramb Of A Discontented Crew) 4/15/2010
15. A Whaler's Confession 4/15/2010
16. Clipper Days (A Song From Snug Harbor) 4/15/2010
17. Good-Bye! (A Chantey To Be Sung At The Capstan) 4/15/2010
18. Hesperides 4/15/2010
19. Jim 4/15/2010
20. Kansas 4/15/2010
21. Said The Captain To Me 4/15/2010
22. At Sea I Learned The Weather 4/15/2010
23. Seaside Talkers (Provincetown Summer Of 1917) 4/15/2010
24. Chanteys 4/15/2010
25. Fo'C'sle Comradeship 4/15/2010
26. A Shining Ship 4/15/2010
27. A Poet's Room (Greenwich Village 1912) 4/15/2010
28. Going Down In Ships 4/15/2010
29. Shanghaied 4/15/2010
30. A Wheat-Field Fantasy 4/15/2010
31. Farewell 4/15/2010
32. The Remedy 4/15/2010
33. A Seaman's Confession Of Faith 4/15/2010
34. The Doldrums (A Still-Life Picture) 4/15/2010
35. A Sailor's Life 4/15/2010
36. Blind 1/4/2003
Best Poem of Harry Kemp

Blind

The Spring blew trumpets of color;
Her Green sang in my brain --
I heard a blind man groping
"Tap -- tap" with his cane;

I pitied him in his blindness;
But can I boast, "I see"?
Perhaps there walks a spirit
Close by, who pities me, --

A spirit who hears me tapping
The five-sensed cane of mind
Amid such unguessed glories --
That I am worse than blind.

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A Wheat-Field Fantasy

As I sat on a Kansas hilltop,
      While, far away from my,
Rippled the lights and shadows
      Dancing across acres of wheat,
 
The sound of the grain as it murmured
      Wrought a wonder with me__.
It turned from the voice of the Prairie
      Into the roar of the sea.

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