Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SHIPS AT ANCHOR, by ELEANOR G. R. YOUNG First Line: I love to watch them rocking to and fro Last Line: To find the rushing high-ways of the sea. Subject(s): Anchors; Harbors; Seashore; Ships & Shipping; Travel; Beach; Coast; Shore; Journeys; Trips | ||||||||
I love to watch them rocking to and fro A swish of water their faint lullaby Brave, patient ships, that slowly sway and lie On the soft surface of the harbor's calm When, could they speak, they would long unutterably To face about and make their way to sea. And while they wait do they perhaps recall The shores of Africa, the fields of Spain? Do they through Summer silence see again The bright still sunshine of Norwegian skies? Graceful as gulls they dip rhythmically Waiting to swing out to the open sea. Swaying so gently in the noon-day sun, Their grey shapes mirrored in the water's face They rock at anchor in that peaceful place Deaming, perhaps, of beckoning, distant shores, Of the dear moment that will set them free To find the rushing high-ways of the sea. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RICHARD, WHAT'S THAT NOISE? by RICHARD HOWARD LOOKING FOR THE GULF MOTEL by RICHARD BLANCO RIVERS INTO SEAS by LYNDA HULL DESTINATIONS by JOSEPHINE JACOBSEN THE ONE WHO WAS DIFFERENT by RANDALL JARRELL THE CONFESSION OF ST. JIM-RALPH by DENIS JOHNSON SESTINA: TRAVEL NOTES by WELDON KEES TO H. B. (WITH A BOOK OF VERSE) by MAURICE BARING A YOUNG CHIEF RETURNS by ELEANOR G. R. YOUNG |
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