Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE POET'S JOURNAL: ON THE HEADLAND, by BAYARD TAYLOR Poet's Biography First Line: I sit on the lonely headland Last Line: Or weep to see me dead! Alternate Author Name(s): Taylor, James Bayard Subject(s): Hearts; Kisses; Love; Sea; Sea Gulls; Ocean | ||||||||
I SIT on the lonely headland, Where the sea-gulls come and go: The sky is gray above me, And the sea is gray below. There is no fisherman's pinnace Homeward or outward bound; I see no living creature In the world's deserted round. I pine for something human, Man, woman, young or old, -- Something to meet and welcome, Something to clasp and hold. I have a mouth for kisses, But there's no one to give and take I have a heart in my bosom Beating for nobody's sake. O warmth of love that is wasted! Is there none to stretch a hand? No other heart that hungers In all the living land? I could fondle the fisherman's baby, And rock it into rest; I could take the sunburnt sailor, Like a brother, to my breast. I could clasp the hand of any Outcast of land or sea, If the guilty palm but answered The tenderness in me! The sea might rise and drown me, -- Cliffs fall and crush my head, -- Were there one to love me, living, Or weep to see me dead! | 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 BEDOUIN [LOVE] SONG by BAYARD TAYLOR NATIONAL ODE; INDEPENDENCE SQUARE, PHILADELPHIA by BAYARD TAYLOR |
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