Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THALATTA, by LEWIS P. MANSFIELD First Line: Hark to the soft, imperious conversation Last Line: The ocean's roar is but the voice of wisdom there confined. Subject(s): Voices; Wisdom | ||||||||
HARK to the soft, imperious conversation Of the blue-lipped ghostly sea, To the roaring, ghoulish roaring Of its watery symphony, To the seething, rolling, heaving Of its vast limpidity! What is the mystery of the voice that issues from the deep? Whose waves of purplish indigo lull sailors to their sleep, Where crested rollers on the shore their lacy ribbons toss And mawkish mists in dreary shrouds the gruesome rocks emboss? The endless voice you hear, my child, reverberant and low Is but an Echo of the Truth which men be times will know, The Ocean in his caverns damp conceals th' eternal mind, The Ocean's roar is but the voice of wisdom there confined. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOPE IS NOT FOR THE WISE by ROBINSON JEFFERS SEVEN TWILIGHTS: 5 by CONRAD AIKEN SONG: NOW THAT SHE IS HERE; FOR JOE-ANNE by HAYDEN CARRUTH WISE: HAVING THE ABILITY TO PERCEIVE AND ADOPT THE BEST by LUCILLE CLIFTON WISDOM COMETH WITH THE YEARS by COUNTEE CULLEN FOR RANDALL JARRELL, 1914-1965 by NORMAN DUBIE THE MORTAL WORDS OF ZWEIK by PHILIP LEVINE AN ESSAY ON MAN by ALEXANDER POPE |
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