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My River runs to thee—
Blue Sea! Wilt welcome me?
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The Sea said 'Come' to the Brook -
The Brook said 'Let me grow' -
The Sea said 'Then you will be a Sea -
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As if the Sea should part
And show a further Sea—
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Beautiful star with the crimson lips
And flagrant daffodil hair,
Come back, come back, in the shaking ships
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Full fathom five thy father lies;
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes:
Nothing of him that doth fade
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There's a light out there in the nearer east
In the dawn of Nineteen Nine;
There’s the old ghost light in the salty yeast
Where the black rocks meet the brine.
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The sea hath its pearls,
The heaven hath its stars;
But my heart, my heart,
My heart hath its love.
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The tide rises, the tide falls,
The twilight darkens, the curlew calls;
Along the sea-sands damp and brown
The traveller hastens toward the town,
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Four by the clock! and yet not day;
But the great world rolls and wheels away,
With its cities on land, and its ships at sea,
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The panting City cried to the Sea,
'I am faint with heat,--O breathe on me!'
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On the gray sea-sands
King Olaf stands,
Northward and seaward
He points with his hands.
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Once upon Iceland's solitary strand
A poet wandered with his book and pen,
Seeking some final word, some sweet Amen,
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The tide rises, the tide falls,
The twilight darkens, the curlew calls;
Along the sea-sands damp and brown
The traveller hastens toward the town,
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The tide rises, the tide falls,
The twilight darkens, the curlew calls;
Along the sea-sands damp and brown
The traveler hastens toward the town,
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To and fro, to and fro
In my little boat I go
Sailing far across the sea
All alone, just little me.
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Ye have sung me your songs, ye have chanted your rimes
(I scorn your beguiling, O sea!)
Ye fondle me now, but to strike me betimes.
(A treacherous lover, the sea!)
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It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
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O sailor, come ashore,
What have you brought for me?
Red coral, white coral,
Coral from the sea.
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The horses of the sea
Rear a foaming crest,
But the horses of the land
Serve us the best.
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The wind has such a rainy sound
Moaning through the town,
The sea has such a windy sound, -
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EARLY POEMS: JUVENILIA
by Michael R. Burch
These are my early poems, or juvenilia, most of them written between the ages of 11-18 and some published in my high school literary journal, THE LANTERN, and others in my college literary journal, HOMESPUN.
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Hello See's Candy Executive Team!
My name is Genice Lorraine,
Hi there!
Please forward this message to:
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Hello See's Candy Executive Team!
My name is Genice Lorraine,
Hi there!
Please forward this message to:
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Here is the sea very much deep,
And see the sea so blue;
I wonder how much water it keeps,
Look, here is the sea
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Epitaph for a Palestinian Child
by Michael R. Burch
I lived as best I could, and then I died.
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EARLY POEMS: JUVENILIA
by Michael R. Burch
These are early poems, most of them written between the ages of 11-18 and some published in my high school literary journal, THE LANTERN. Other poems were written later and several of those were published in my college literary journal, HOMESPUN.
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That morning the boy came to know words. Of course all his life he had spoken words like everyone else, and was even able to write some. For a boy of his age, his vocabulary was relatively large. In fact he was quite clever at using them to threaten, to cheat, to cajole and sometimes to tell the truth, but that was the extent of it. But now, using words just for such utilitarian purposes seemed to him somehow insignificant.
Something trivial triggered it. That morning he was sitting at the tip of a jetty, dangling his feet just as anyone else would do. During this time tepid splashes from waves wetted his bare ankles. There was no one around he could talk to and it was too insignificant an incident to talk about. But whatever caused it, at that instant he visualized in his mind the word ‘Sea' and the word ‘Me' at the very same time.
Presently he had nothing really to think or speak about. So he mindlessly let the two words ‘Sea' and ‘Me' knock against each other like tiddlywinks inside his head. Then something odd happened. The word ‘Sea' grew bigger and bigger in his head, and brimmed over to merge into the sea in front of him the way two drops of water would, and suddenly they dissolved into one.
At the same time, the word ‘Me' grew smaller and smaller like the tip of a thin needle, but never disappeared. Rather, the smaller it grew, the brighter it gleamed, moving from his head down toward his center, now floating like a single speck of plankton in the ‘Sea' that converged with the sea.
For the boy this was an unimaginable experience, but at least at the beginning he was not surprised or uneasy. Instead, he even said "I see," looking smug. But of course he was not exactly unruffled. He felt a certain powerful force, not his own, well up inside himself.
Rising up before he knew it, he mumbled, "I see, the sea means the sea." Having said that he suddenly felt like laughing out loud. "Sure, this is the sea. It is not something named the sea, but it is the sea." If his buddies were with him, such a monologue would be laughed away. He thought about that in a corner of his mind, and he mumbled again. "I am me. I am, right here." Then this time he felt like crying.
All of a sudden he felt terrified. He wanted to dump everything out of his head. He wanted to make both the ‘Sea' and the ‘Me' vanish. He was afraid that his head might explode if even a single word came to his mind. Every single word might turn into something of unknown size and mass, and once any word occupied his head, it might connect to every word all over the world, and at the end he might be gobbled up by the world and die. That's how he felt.
But, just like any boy of his age, he could not lose sight of his own self. Before he realized it, he was trying to pop open a can of Coca-Cola he had bought on his way to the jetty and was holding in his hand. To his surprise he could not do it. Why? Because the moment he looked at the can in his hand, an uncountable number of words like a swarm of locusts swooped down en masse inside his head.
However that was not necessarily as terrifying a situation as he had imagined. Don't run away, stand firm! He opted for the only path to overcome fear, just as he would when fighting against much taller and older boys. In his hand, the can, painted in red and white, radiated words, absorbed words and breathed as if it were a living thing. Not knowing whether he was tormented or pleased, he faced the swarm of words. But once he separated them one by one, the huge swarm, which seemed like a swirling evil fog, was not at all different from the words on the page of a familiar comic book.
This battle of sorts actually took place in a flash, like in a nightmare. If, for instance, he saw the infinite universe that started or ended at the tip of his can, he was totally unaware of it. One might be able to opine that he named every bit of the unknown about to swallow him with all the vocabulary he could muster, which included his future vocabulary that was yet dormant in his subconscious.
When the totality of words, which can be likened to a single yet-unknown extraterrestrial life, converged into a vision of a volume of the dictionary, the battle was over. The sea was back to being the entity named the sea, and was again calmly undulating. And the boy pulled the tab of his Coca-Cola can, and drank up the foaming dark liquid in one gulp, and choked and coughed. "It's just a Coca-Cola can," he thought. A moment ago it was a monster.
He stomped on the emptied can, instead of throwing it away into the sea as he always did. His bare feet hurt a little but he stomped on it again and again until the can was totally flattened. He himself was rather embarrassed with the strange experience. He did not even think of telling others about it, nor learn anything from it. Even if he should recall this incident in an incoherent context as he lies in his death bed decades from now, it will have turned into something hard to capture like a whiff of wind, along with all other memories, hence it will surely stimulate his sense different from his declining five senses to frighten him again.
That morning, though, the boy looked down at the flattened Coca-Cola can, and simply mumbled, "not for incineration."
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I saw a sea that took the veil
I saw a sea that put up a sail
I saw a sea that was so dark
I saw a sea that hid a shark
I saw a sea that had no bridge
I saw a sea that was very rich
I saw a sea that aimed so high
I saw a sea inside an eye
I saw a sea that was a grave
I saw a sea I wanted to save
I saw a sea with many ships
I saw a sea with shivering lips
I saw a sea with a perfect facade
I saw a sea that had become hard
I saw a sea that lost its way
I saw a sea that wanted to stay
I saw a sea that had a dream
I saw a sea that followed the stream
I saw a sea that had turned pale
I saw a sea that was for sale
I saw a sea that feared the water
I saw a sea that feared a slaughter
I saw a sea with many layers
I saw a sea that said its prayers
I saw a sea that wouldn't adjust
I saw a sea I couldn't trust
I saw a sea with many stars
I saw a sea with many scars
I saw a sea that had no port
I saw a sea that went to court
I saw a sea that lit a light
I saw a sea that loved the night
I saw a sea that was full of fright
I saw a sea that was out of sight
I saw a sea that had no name
I saw a sea that was to blame
I saw a sea that was left behind
I saw a sea that was in my mind
I saw a sea that did obey
I saw a sea that had turned grey
I saw a sea that was so cold
I saw a sea I coudn't hold
I saw a sea that wasn't there
I saw a sea I couldn't hear
I saw a sea that was full of wishes
I saw a sea that had no fishes
I saw a sea that tried to behave
I saw a sea that tried to be brave
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For one who walk by the sea is like being in the light of life that mean a lot for a heart to be touch with the light of respect thus every moment that one stand by the sea for one will feel the touch of respect in the air for it's the sea that call the angel of respect to touch a heart with the hand of respect but for the every min that one see the moon thus one see the family that touch the sea with respect and yet the sea of respect is the angel of respect.
Time after time thus one wish to sail on the sea but the more one wish to sail on the sea is like a wish for the angel for who's eyes sparkle in the sky yet for every sparkle for the light of respect will touch a heart that stand by the sea for it's the sea of respect that the angel fill with respect thus every heart that been touch with respect is the heart with the light of life and yet just when the sun raise for one feel a warm smile but yet the sea of respect is the angel of respect.
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Somebody
who swallowed the sea
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