Sunday, June 11, 2017

Ocean grandeur.



After the Sea-Ship--after the whistling winds;
After the white-gray sails, taut to their spars and ropes,


Below, a myriad, myriad waves, hastening, lifting up their necks,
Tending in ceaseless flow toward the track of the ship:



Waves of the ocean, bubbling and gurgling, blithely prying,
Waves, undulating waves--liquid, uneven, emulous waves,


Toward that whirling current, laughing and buoyant, with curves,
Where the great Vessel, sailing and tacking, displaced the surface.

From After The Sea-Ship, by Walt Whitman.

Maritime Museum, Sydney - August 2015










4 comments:

  1. Great photos and evocative words. I have spent endless hours sailing - this post has brought back many memories.

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  2. These tall ships are such an impressive sight. Great views against the blue sky!

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