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. Wind-Jammer's Song (1845 Clipper Days) 4/15/2010
8. The Girl That Married Another Man 4/15/2010
9. The Hummingbird 4/24/2012
10. The Shipwrecked Sailor 4/15/2010
11. Sailormen 4/15/2010
12. Ship's Glamour 4/15/2010
13. The Chantey Of The Cook (Dithyramb Of A Discontented Crew) 4/15/2010
14. A Shining Ship 4/15/2010
15. A Whaler's Confession 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. At Sea I Learned The Weather 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. A Poet's Room (Greenwich Village 1912) 4/15/2010
27. Going Down In Ships 4/15/2010
28. Shanghaied 4/15/2010
29. A Wheat-Field Fantasy 4/15/2010
30. Farewell 4/15/2010
31. The Beach Comber 4/15/2010
32. The Remedy 4/15/2010
33. A Seaman's Confession Of Faith 4/15/2010
34. The Doldrums (A Still-Life Picture) 4/15/2010
35. A Sailor's Life 4/15/2010
36. 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 Whaler's Confession

Three long years a-sailing, three long years a-whaling,
Kicking through the ice floes, caught in calm or gale,
Lost in flat Sargasso seas, cursing at the prickly heat,
Going months without a sight of another sail.

I've learned to hate the Mate, and I've always cursed the Captain.
I hate the bally Bo'sun, and all the bally crew, -
And, sometimes, in the night-watch, the long and starry night-watch,
Queer thoughts have run wild in my head - I've even hated you!

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