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Poetry Friday: Waiting by Carl Sandburg

August 27th, 2010 (06:24 am)
thirsty

Current Mood: thirsty
Current Song: Without a Trace score music

Today I will let the old boat stand
Where the sweep of the harbor tide comes in
To the pulse of a far, deep-steady sway.
And I will rest and dream and sit on the deck
Watching the world go by
And take my pay for many hard days gone I remember.

I will choose what clouds I like
In the great white fleets that wander the blue
As I lie on my back or loaf at the rail.
And I will listen as the veering winds kiss me and fold me
And put on my brow the touch of the world's great will.

Daybreak will hear the heart of the boat beat,
Engine throb and piston play
In the quiver and leap at call of life.
To-morrow we move in the gaps and heights
On changing floors of unlevel seas
And no man shall stop us and no man follow
For ours is the quest of an unknown shore
And we are husky and lusty and shouting-gay.

- Waiting by Carl Sandburg

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Comments

Posted by: ((Anonymous))
Posted at: August 29th, 2010 03:05 am (UTC)

So lovely.

Jules
7-Imp

Posted by: Little Willow (slayground)
Posted at: August 29th, 2010 04:23 am (UTC)

Fog is still my favorite of his, though I like this as well and am glad to have found it.

You were totally with me today. Someone - some random person conversing behind me - said, "Where's Jules?" right when I was considering something important and good.

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