Harry Kemp

(15 December 1883 – 8 August 1960 / Youngstown, Ohio)

Harry Kemp Poems

1. The Endless Lure 4/15/2010
2. The Fog 4/15/2010
3. The Wreck 4/15/2010
4. Then 4/15/2010
5. There's Nothing Like A Ship At Sea 4/15/2010
6. When Ham And Sham And Japhet: A Sailor's Song 4/15/2010
7. The Unknown 8/31/2015
8. Wind-Jammer's Song (1845 Clipper Days) 4/15/2010
9. The Girl That Married Another Man 4/15/2010
10. The Hummingbird 4/24/2012
11. The Shipwrecked Sailor 4/15/2010
12. Ship's Glamour 4/15/2010
13. The Beach Comber 4/15/2010
14. The Chantey Of The Cook (Dithyramb Of A Discontented Crew) 4/15/2010
15. Sailormen 4/15/2010
16. Clipper Days (A Song From Snug Harbor) 4/15/2010
17. Good-Bye! (A Chantey To Be Sung At The Capstan) 4/15/2010
18. Hesperides 4/15/2010
19. Jim 4/15/2010
20. Kansas 4/15/2010
21. Said The Captain To Me 4/15/2010
22. A Shining Ship 4/15/2010
23. Seaside Talkers (Provincetown Summer Of 1917) 4/15/2010
24. Chanteys 4/15/2010
25. Fo'C'sle Comradeship 4/15/2010
26. At Sea I Learned The Weather 4/15/2010
27. A Poet's Room (Greenwich Village 1912) 4/15/2010
28. Going Down In Ships 4/15/2010
29. Shanghaied 4/15/2010
30. A Wheat-Field Fantasy 4/15/2010
31. Farewell 4/15/2010
32. A Whaler's Confession 4/15/2010
33. The Remedy 4/15/2010
34. The Doldrums (A Still-Life Picture) 4/15/2010
35. A Seaman's Confession Of Faith 4/15/2010
36. A Sailor's Life 4/15/2010
37. Blind 1/4/2003
Best Poem of Harry Kemp

Blind

The Spring blew trumpets of color;
Her Green sang in my brain --
I heard a blind man groping
"Tap -- tap" with his cane;

I pitied him in his blindness;
But can I boast, "I see"?
Perhaps there walks a spirit
Close by, who pities me, --

A spirit who hears me tapping
The five-sensed cane of mind
Amid such unguessed glories --
That I am worse than blind.

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A Shining Ship

Have you ever seen a shining ship
Riding the broad-backed wave,
While the sailors pull the ropes and sing
The chantey's lusty stave?

Have you ever gazed from the headland's reach
Far out, into the blue,
To glimpse, at first a flashing mote
That to a tall ship grew,

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