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Poetry Friday: The Sea-Weed by Elisabeth (Cabazza) Pullen

January 16th, 2015 (06:00 am)
awake

Current Mood: awake
Current Song: Sledgehammer by Fifth Harmony

The flying sea-bird mocked the floating dulse:
"Poor wandering water-weed, where dost thou go,
Astray upon the ocean's restless pulse?"
It said: "I do not know.

"At a cliff's foot I clung and was content,
Swayed to and fro by warm and shallow waves;
Along the coast the storm-wind raging went,
And tore me from my caves.

"I am the bitter herbage of that plain
Where no flocks pasture, and no man shall have
Homestead, nor any tenure there may gain
But only for a grave.

"A worthless weed, a drifting, broken weed,
What can I do in all this boundless sea?
No creature of the universe has need
Or any thought of me."

Hither and yonder, as the winds might blow,
The sea-weed floated. Then a refluent tide
Swept it along to meet a galleon's prow-
"Land ho!" Columbus cried.

- The Sea-Weed by Elisabeth (Cabazza) Pullen

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Comments

Posted by: Irene Latham (Irene Latham)
Posted at: January 16th, 2015 10:40 pm (UTC)

Oh I love this sea-weed! Nothing worthless about it. Thank you for sharing! xo

Posted by: Little Willow (slayground)
Posted at: January 16th, 2015 11:16 pm (UTC)

Thanks for commenting! :)

Posted by: Mary Lee Hahn (Mary Lee Hahn)
Posted at: January 18th, 2015 04:22 pm (UTC)

Surprise ending!

Posted by: Little Willow (slayground)
Posted at: January 18th, 2015 04:38 pm (UTC)

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