A THROAT of thunder, a tameless heart, And a passion malign and free, He is no sheik of the desert sand, But an Arab of the sea! He sprang from the womb of some wild cloud, And was born to smite and slay: To soar like a million hawks set free, And swoop on his ocean prey! He has scourged the Sea till her mighty breast Responds to his heart's fierce beat, And has torn brave souls from their bodies frail To fling them at Allah's feet. Possessed by a demon's lust of life, He revels o'er wrecks and graves, And hurtles onward in curbless speed, -- Dark Bedouin of the waves. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GREAT RACE PASSES by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THREE SILENCES IN THAILAND by KAREN SWENSON GALAHAD IN THE CASTLE OF THE MAIDENS by SARA TEASDALE FORGETFULNESS by HAROLD HART CRANE A WOMAN SCALY by WILLIAM BLAKE VOICE FROM THE CHORUS by ALEXANDER (ALEKSANDR) ALEXANDROVICH BLOK |