Looking For A Poem
(10/20/2014 2:21:00 PM)
Greetings, I run the Great War at Sea Poetry Project. Am always looking for ' war at sea' poetry generally but especially those with a World War I connection.
My favourite is by Editha Jenkinson
A WORLD of heaving waves, wide skies of night,
Dark blue and shadow-filled and infinite,
Blown by the salt wind's breath.
Above — the light of stars, moon-tinted clouds,
Below — the gleaming silver surf which shrouds
The deep-laid mines of death.
And out of port and quay across the foam
Leaving familiar scenes, the joys of home.
The brave mine-sweepers go;
Facing sea perils while our homesteads sleep,
Lone guardians of the Fleet, they vigil keep
In storm, and wind, and snow.
Signalled across the skies in flaming rift
And heralded by horns of winds which lift
Dark waves with fang-like spray
Rise heaven's tempests, but to seaman's gaze
No shade nor sound upon the vast sea-ways
Man's deadlier mines betray.
Yet out across the bar with every tide
Clearing the ship's way through the waters wide,
Fearless of storm or foe,
Guarding the traffic of the east and west,
Giving with hearts heroic of their best,
The brave mine-sweepers go.
And when the long night of the war's dark reign
Is ended, and the skies are clear again,
Of these it shall be said
No nobler lives were given for England's need,
Nor unrecorded shall be one brave deed
When the sea gives up its dead.
(10/20/2014 9:32:00 AM)
Hey. Does anyone on here know of any poems written about the British Empire or any of its individual colonies between around 1830 and 1870?Thanks.
Gangadharan Nair Pulingat
(10/18/2014 9:59:00 AM)
I am interested in world classic poems even if they are older. The great Italian Poet Dante's Divine comedy is one among them. I likes to read the portions in such enthusiasm and pride in reading classic poems as a poem lover. It is also felt to read the reviews of the poems of classic to understand it well.
Lorraine Margueritte Gasrel Black
(10/14/2014 3:26:00 AM)
I'm looking for a poem which I read several years ago...some of the lines are: The night has a thousand eyes, the day but one...there's more to this poem and I believe that a lyrical poet named May Delano Rogers wrote it but I can't find any of her poems either.She used to get her poems published in the poetry magazine The Lyricist..
(10/12/2014 11:37:00 PM)
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I am looking for a poem " Forever Falling" by Janna Hill. I know she is an American poet.
(10/12/2014 4:05:00 AM)
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I am searching for a poem written during the first world war The poet, while on leave, went for a country walk and saw an elderly man ploughing a field with a horse. A large tree had fallen into the field and the ploughman had to plough around it. The poet held a conversation with the farmer and was told that all the young men of the village had gone to war so there was no one left to remove the tree. He went on to explain that the field should have been ploughed a month before and the crop should already be growing and that many from the village would not return to see it harvested. Shortly after this the poet died on the battlefield. any help would be appreciated,
(10/11/2014 12:02:00 PM)
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I am looking for any poem that praises Christopher Columbus or any poem about him. Thanks.
(10/9/2014 1:47:00 PM)
I've a few lines from a poem I am keen to source;
" I watched her clip their wings one day,
she said she'd keep them safe that way" .....
" And in the night I heard the cry,
Of wild swans soaring through the sky" ..
and that's all I can recall. Any ideas?
(10/9/2014 1:15:00 PM)
I am looking for a poem we use to say at school when I was about 12 years old, I can remember some of it there is a couple of last lines I cannot remember it goes like this. Butterflies, Butterflies flying high, flying low spread your wings and fly away, come back another day, wings of gold, wings of blue, straight from heaven swift you blew. Then the last two lines I have forgotten, if anyone can tell me please I would be most grateful, marie
(10/8/2014 6:59:00 PM)
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I am looking for two poems.
In the first, the poet is remarking on how to a fly (I think that is the creature, but may be wrong) , his own awareness of the world is a vast to him as ours is to us.
In the second, the poet is considering how gently the mother bat cares for her young, how soft her fur, how beautiful she is...it's been decades.
If anyone can lead me to either of these poems, I'd greatly appreciate it.