Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE WIDEST HEARTHSTONE, by BERTON BRALEY Poet's Biography First Line: Home is where the heart is, and my heart is on the sea Last Line: Home is where the heart is and my heart is on the sea! Subject(s): Sea; Ocean | ||||||||
Home is where the heart is, and my heart is on the sea. Ashore I feel a wanderer wherever I may be, But on a ship bound any place from Capetown north to Nome I feel a sense of coziness that tells me I'm at home. It isn't that I love the sea, although I guess I do, But rather that a sailor's life is what I'm fitted to. I'm habited to deep-sea ways, to salt upon my lips, To tarry ropes and galley grub and sailor men and ships. Though by and large the landsmen seem a pretty decent lot, The things they care the most about are things that I do not, And as for Womenbad or goodperhaps the landsmen know But always they're a puzzle and I'll always find them so. I never knew my mother, she was gone before I'd grown So the sea's the only mother that I happen to have known. She's not been very tender and she's not been very kind But she's made the only home for me that ever I could find. So storm and fog and sleet and ice and being calmed or wrecked I take as family troubles that a sailor must expect, And, like a decent family man, I very seldom grouse About domestic worries that occur around the house. At times the thought of settling down has flittered through my dome, But when I pick a place ashore I cannot feel at home. The sea's a kind of habit that has got ahold of me; Home is where the heart is and my heart is on the sea! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HALL OF OCEAN LIFE by JOHN HOLLANDER JULY FOURTH BY THE OCEAN by ROBINSON JEFFERS BOATS IN A FOG by ROBINSON JEFFERS CONTINENT'S END by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE FIGUREHEAD by LEONIE ADAMS |
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