Harry Kemp

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

Harry Kemp Poems

1. A Poet's Room (Greenwich Village 1912) 4/15/2010
2. A Sailor's Life 4/15/2010
3. A Seaman's Confession Of Faith 4/15/2010
4. A Shining Ship 4/15/2010
5. A Whaler's Confession 4/15/2010
6. A Wheat-Field Fantasy 4/15/2010
7. At Sea I Learned The Weather 4/15/2010
8. Blind 1/4/2003
9. Chanteys 4/15/2010
10. Clipper Days (A Song From Snug Harbor) 4/15/2010
11. Farewell 4/15/2010
12. Fo'C'sle Comradeship 4/15/2010
13. Going Down In Ships 4/15/2010
14. Good-Bye! (A Chantey To Be Sung At The Capstan) 4/15/2010
15. Hesperides 4/15/2010
16. Jim 4/15/2010
17. Kansas 4/15/2010
18. Said The Captain To Me 4/15/2010
19. Sailormen 4/15/2010
20. Seaside Talkers (Provincetown Summer Of 1917) 4/15/2010
21. Shanghaied 4/15/2010
22. Ship's Glamour 4/15/2010
23. The Beach Comber 4/15/2010
24. The Chantey Of The Cook (Dithyramb Of A Discontented Crew) 4/15/2010
25. The Doldrums (A Still-Life Picture) 4/15/2010
26. The Endless Lure 4/15/2010
27. The Fog 4/15/2010
28. The Girl That Married Another Man 4/15/2010
29. The Hummingbird 4/24/2012
30. The Remedy 4/15/2010
31. The Shipwrecked Sailor 4/15/2010
32. The Unknown 8/31/2015
33. The Wreck 4/15/2010
34. Then 4/15/2010
35. There's Nothing Like A Ship At Sea 4/15/2010
36. When Ham And Sham And Japhet: A Sailor's Song 4/15/2010
37. Wind-Jammer's Song (1845 Clipper Days) 4/15/2010

Comments about Harry Kemp

  • frank x. gaspar (12/15/2017 10:41:00 PM)

    Harry Kemp was from Youngstown, Ohio, but he died in Provincetown, Massachusetts, where he was known locally as the poet of dunes. (see Cape Cod, etc.)

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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.

Read the full of Blind

A Shining Ship

Have you ever seen a shining ship
Riding the broad-backed wave,
While the sailors pull the ropes and sing
The chantey's lusty stave?

Have you ever gazed from the headland's reach
Far out, into the blue,
To glimpse, at first a flashing mote
That to a tall ship grew,

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