THE SEA AND I

Posted by Admin on 1 March 2008, 12:00 am

The green is bruised in purple troughs,
and dazzle-dance the tips;
I day-dream: cumuli then sail
as taut, tall-masted ships.
Epitome of all unrest,
my cutter romps with ocean;
and leaves astern the Longships rock,
delirious with motion.

The deep holds many secrets close,
but one it shares with me:
not where the lead strikes Lyonesse,
beneath a foam-laced sea;
nor where Atlantis, lost to men,
the hidden waters lave:
our secret then – my dual role
of master and of slave.

T. C. Hudson
1961