Lorimer's monument
Punctuates ‘The Lines'.His
Upturned exclamation
Marks remembrance and peace.
Today I find Maufe's gates
Unlocked.In Portland stone
His walls complete the anchor;
Those dark bronze panels, litanies
Of names, men lost at sea.
Urging silence, four pale
Ghost-like sailors guard the
Way; expressions bearing
Pride, respect, regret; Art
Deco faces, steeped in
Ageless, carved emotion.
With too many names here
To recall, instead I
Take one image home, this
Sculptured sailor's handsome
Face, who stares beyond
The past, as if he longs
For some restored belief.
Low evening sun alerts
The beauty in his eyes;
Above, the Anemoi
In turn, blow kisses for
The love and loss of men.
The sea can be a harsh place to work or fight. Many a good man went down to the sea never to return. A great poem.10/10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A spirited poem on naval action