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Once upon a time there was an Italian,
And some people thought he was a rapscallion,
But he wasn't offended,
Because other people thought he was splendid,
perhaps one should say enterprise
out of respect for which
one says one need not change one's mind
In fourteen hundred and ninety-two,
Someone sailed the ocean blue.
Somebody borrowed the fare in Spain
For a business trip on the bounding main,
Should I get married? Should I be Good?
Astound the girl next door with my velvet suit and faustaus hood?
The petals of the vagina unfold
like Christofer Columbus
taking off his shoes.
From brightening fields of ether fair disclosed,
Child of the Sun, refulgent Summer comes,
In pride of youth, and felt through Nature's depth:
Is it really so depraving
I like to eat a lot?
The thought of food I’m craving
Just ties me in a knot
No more of talk where God or Angel guest
With Man, as with his friend, familiar us'd,
To sit indulgent, and with him partake
Rural repast; permitting him the while
I am leading a quiet life
in Mike’s Place every day
watching the champs
of the Dante Billiard Parlor
IT was near the close of his indomitable and pious life--on his last voyage
when nearly 70 years of age--that Columbus, to save his two remaining ships
from foundering in the Caribbean Sea in a terrible storm, had to run them
ashore on the Island of Jamaica--where, laid up for a long and miserable
O world, thou choosest not the better part!
It is not wisdom to be only wise,
And on the inward vision close the eyes,
But it is wisdom to believe the heart.
This is the greatest thing in North America:
Europe is the greatest thing in North America!
High in the sky, dark in the heart, and always there
Among the natural powers of sunlight and of air,
Once below a time,
When my pinned-around-the-spirit
Cut-to-measure flesh bit,
A rough draft
for an ars poetica
Steer on, bold sailor--Wit may mock thy soul that sees the land,
And hopeless at the helm may droop the weak and weary hand,
Yet ever--ever to the West, for there the coast must lie,
And dim it dawns, and glimmering dawns before thy reason's eye;
Trust in the Unexpected—
By this—was William Kidd
I asked the old Negro, "What is that bird that sings so well?" He answered: "That is the Rachel-Jane." "Hasn't it another name, lark, or thrush, or the like?" "No. Jus' Rachel-Jane."
I. IN WHICH A RACING AUTO COMES FROM THE EAST
Steer, bold mariner, on! albeit witlings deride thee,
And the steersman drop idly his hand at the helm;
from my reading books,
.venice of voyager-adventurer is narrative poetry.
marcopolo saw paper made of bamboo in chine and later paper money appeared in europe and the west. he saw people keeping a leaf all day in india.his last words was that he had told half of things he saw from his voyage.
it is said columbus followed his footstep.
"I feel just like Columbus,
Give me a wide berth,
This countertop's too puny for me
I'll make another search.
Three ships sailed under Spanish colors
(The Santa Maria, Niña and La Pinta)
And dropped anchor off the shores of San Salvador,
For Columbus and his crew to man-the-oars
The modern era starts with Columbus - a new world
discovered with frail ships experienced in Corpus Christi, TX.
Great minds tell us we live in post modern times.
They site literature and many other things - perhaps the bomb. My vote goes to Marconi.
A gold eyed schemer, ravenous for glory bound
Steadfastly, held swayed to the latitude round
And Craven plump visions with fervid ambition
Selected his crew of goons on Castiles gilt commission
Columbus still navigates the seas.
The Santa Maria, along with La Pinta
and La Nina hoist their sails now
and they depart from the port of Palos,
When I was young I couldn't wait to go outside and play
when school was not in session on Christopher Columbus Day.
We were taught all the stories…how he sailed the ocean blue
It was a Wednesday,
the third day of August in 1492,
when Christopher Columbus set sail
from the Iberian port of Palos.
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