Classic and Contemporary Poetry
IN THE TRADES, by CICELY FOX SMITH Poet's Biography First Line: Ho, let her rip - with her royal clew a-quiver Last Line: In the weed and the coral, far below . . . Subject(s): Sea; Ocean | ||||||||
HO, let her rip -- with her royal clew a-quiver, And the long miles reeling out behind -- For the Trade's got a hold of her and every rope's a-shiver With the strong and steady urging of the wind. All the gleaming white of her, all the sun and shade Leaning, swaying to the seas, All up the height of her the South-east Trade Humming like a swarm of bees. Underneath the heel of her the white wake flying, Tumbled and trampled into snow -- Down below the keel of her the lost ships lying In the weed and the coral, far below . . . | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HALL OF OCEAN LIFE by JOHN HOLLANDER JULY FOURTH BY THE OCEAN by ROBINSON JEFFERS BOATS IN A FOG by ROBINSON JEFFERS CONTINENT'S END by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE FIGUREHEAD by LEONIE ADAMS A CHANNEL RHYME by CICELY FOX SMITH |
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