The Open Sea Poem by Dorothea Mackellar

The Open Sea

Rating: 3.9


From my window I can see,

Where the sandhills dip,

One far glimpse of open sea.

Just a slender slip

Curving like a crescent moon—

Yet a greater prize

Than the harbour garden-fair

Spread beneath my eyes.



Just below me swings the bay,

Sings a sunny tune,

But my heart is far away

Out beyond the dune;

Clearer far the sea-gulls’ cry

And the breakers’ roar,

Than the little waves beneath

Lapping on the shore.



For that strip of sapphire sea

Set against the sky

Far horizons means to me—

And the ships go by

Framed between the empty sky

And the yellow sands,

While my freed thoughts follow them

Out to other lands.



All its changes who can tell?

I have seen it shine

Like a jewel polished well,

Hard and clear and fine;

Then soft lilac—and again

On another day

Glimpsed it through a veil of rain,

Shifting, drifting grey.



When the livid waters flee,

Flinching from the storm,

From my window I can see,

Standing safe and warm,

How the white foam tosses high

On the naked shore,

And the breakers’ thunder grows

To a battle-roar…



Far and far I look—Ten miles?

No, for yesterday

Sure I saw the Blessed Isles

Twenty worlds away.

My blue moon of open sea,

Is it little worth?

At the least it gives to me

Keys of all the earth

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Bernard F. Asuncion 19 May 2018

Such a great poem by Dorothea Mackellar👍👍👍

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Dan 05 April 2022

Yeah man, and such a well written comment by you? ? ? ? ? ! ! ! ! ! ! ? ? ? ? ? ?

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Edward Kofi Louis 19 May 2018

Spread beneath my eyes! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Kevin Patrick 19 May 2018

Beautiful poem, well crafted and conveyed, she paints the sea with breathtaking imagery that it comes alive through the words. This is the first poem Ive read by Mackellar, I might have to read more.

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Ruta Mohapatra 19 May 2018

A very beautiful description of the moods of the sea. So singsong, so lyrical!

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Dr Antony Theodore 29 July 2020

Curving like a crescent moon— Yet a greater prize Than the harbour garden-fair Spread beneath my eyes. What a fine description wonderful perception. Tony

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Kumarmani Mahakul 19 May 2019

Far horizons means to me— And the ships go by Framed between the empty sky......so touching and impressive. Well imaginative poem nicely executed.

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Castellenas John 19 May 2019

I enjoyed the poem. About my favorite place to be. Outstanding poetry.

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Dr Antony Theodore 19 May 2019

How the white foam tosses high On the naked shore, And the breakers’ thunder grows To a battle-roar… united with the nature you write wonderfully well. tony

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Alison mujati 19 May 2019

Good poem keep it up

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