THE sea is never still. It pounds on the shore Restless as a young heart, Hunting. The sea speaks And only the stormy hearts Know what it says: It is the face of a rough mother speaking. The sea is young. One storm cleans all the hoar And loosens the age of it. I hear it laughing, reckless. They love the sea, Men who ride on it And know they will die Under the salt of it Let only the young come, Says the sea. Let them kiss my face And hear me. I am the last word And I tell Where storms and stars come from. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VICTORIA'S TEARS by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING VERMONT KITCHEN POLES by DANIEL LEAVENS CADY COURAGE REGAINED by BERTHA TODD CAMPBELL THE UNWILLING MUSE by GUY WETMORE CARRYL THE WIFE OF FLANDERS by GILBERT KEITH CHESTERTON SLEEP, BABY, SLEEP by EDOUARD JOACHIM CORBIERE |