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Saturday, August 13, 2005

The sea called to me one night...

Not sure what it is about water. Mountains have a grip, yes. Something bigger. And yet... there's something about the sea.

And I have loved thee, Ocean! and my joy
Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be
Borne, like thy bubbles, onward: from a boy
I wanton'd with thy breakers - they to me
Were a delight; and if the freshening sea
Made them a terror - 'twas a pleasing fear,
For J was as it were a child of thee,
And trusted to thy billows far and near,
And laid my hand upon thy mane - as I do here.


~ Byron, Childe Harolde's Pilgramage.

Obsessed with oceans, lately. As can be seen by this post, here, and other's which will soon follow.

2 comments:

wooster said...

pretty much obsessed about the clouds that way :) just that i know of no famous poetry :p

A Hairy Snail said...

To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
Of all the western stars, until I die.


- Lord Alfred Tennyson, Ulysses

Wonder of wonders the sea is, is it not?