Sea Poems

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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THAT crazed girl improvising her music.
Her poetry, dancing upon the shore,
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One Christmas was so much like another, in those years around the sea-town corner now and out of all sound except the distant speaking of the voices I sometimes hear a moment before sleep, that I can never remember whether it snowed for six days and six nights when I was twelve or whether it snowed for twelve days and twelve nights when I was six.
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The world is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers:
Little we see in Nature that is ours;
We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
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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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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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Leaning into the afternoons I cast my sad nets
towards your oceanic eyes.

There in the highest blaze my solitude lengthens and flames,
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The rain is raining all around,
It falls on field and tree,
It rains on the umbrellas here,
And on the ships at sea.
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Break, break, break,
On thy cold gray stones, O Sea!
And I would that my tongue could utter
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He clasps the crag with crooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ring'd with the azure world, he stands.
The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;
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There is no magic any more,
We meet as other people do,
You work no miracle for me
Nor I for you.
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Out of the starless night that covers me,
(O tribulation of the wind that rolls!)
Black as the cloud of some tremendous spell,
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The moon whispered to the sea,
'Tell me your deepest secrets.'
And the sea, with its waves dancing,
Revealed tales of lost ships,
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All day long in fog and wind,
The waves have flung their beating crests
Against the palisades of adamant.
My boy, he went to sea, long and long ago,
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Where are your monuments, your battles, martyrs?
Where is your tribal memory? Sirs,
in that gray vault. The sea. The sea
has locked them up. The sea is History.
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Rise, brothers, rise; the wakening skies pray to the morning light,
The wind lies asleep in the arms of the dawn like a child that has cried all night.
Come, let us gather our nets from the shore and set our catamarans free,
To capture the leaping wealth of the tide, for we are the kings of the sea!
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O tower of light, sad beauty
that magnified necklaces and statues in the sea,
calcareous eye, insignia of the vast waters, cry
of the mourning petrel, tooth of the sea, wife
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The people along the sand
All turn and look one way.
They turn their back on the land.
They look at the sea all day.
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There are certain things - as, a spider, a ghost,
The income-tax, gout, an umbrella for three -
That I hate, but the thing that I hate the most
Is a thing they call the Sea.
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Out of a fired ship, which by no way
But drowning could be rescued from the flame,
Some men leap'd forth, and ever as they came
Near the foes' ships, did by their shot decay;
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Far see, farther sea. Farther the hem of the big blue sea. Come with me so we could walk on the sea and farther see the doors of the world across the sea. A country I see. In habited by folks like me. Farther, across the deep blue sea. Count few more paces and come to the beautiful places. There, some wear pink laces and bright faces. Look they are casting their gaze to the chrome of the star night sea. Bet you will everlastingly see the one who's been named from the Letter 'C'. Shut your dreamy eyes to the starry sea. See, beauty and grace are the waters of the sea. Travel.
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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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How valiant he lies tonight: great is his Monument!
Yet Ares cares not, neither does War relent.
by Anacreon, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
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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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When dark grey sea
With its surging stormy waves,
Turns blue! A beautiful blue!
Then, it is certain!
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Mermaid
by Michael R. Burch

Memories flood the sand's unfolding scroll;
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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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Wulf and Eadwacer (circa 960-990 AD)
loose translation by Michael R. Burch

To my people, he's prey, a pariah.
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