National Poetry Day, October 4th, dawned to perfection here in Co. Waterford, Ireland. High tide was at 8.30am and Woodstown Beach sent out its whispering call. (Woodstown Beach is the beach which seemed so similar to your beach in Waterford, CT when I first saw your beach on a postcard!). I arrived there shortly after 9.00am with my swimming gear and was greeted by the the most welcoming sea imaginable.Tropical blue with sweet little waves embroidering the shell-strewn sand. While I had been thinking of John Masefield's Sea Fever, on my way there, the moment I ran onto the beach John Keats' On the Sea immediately took over:
On the Sea
It keeps eternal whisperings around
Desolate shores, and with its mighty swell
Gluts twice ten thousand Caverns, till the spell
Of Hecate leaves them their old shadowy sound.
Often 'tis in such gentle temper found,
That scarcely will the very smallest shell
Be moved for days from where it sometime fell.
When last the winds of Heaven were unbound.
Oh, ye! who have your eyeballs vexed and tired,
Feast them upon the wideness of the Sea;
Oh ye! whose ears are dinned with uproar rude,
Or fed too much with cloying melody---
Sit ye near some old Cavern's Mouth and brood,
Until ye start, as if the sea nymphs quired!
As I floated in the sea, it was as if I could see poetry being written by nature. The moon had decided to stay up for the occasion and was gleaming across the water at the rising sun.
A woman, who was walking her dogs, called out to me, with a smile: You're crazy
As I smiled back, saying, Oh, it's bliss, lines from Brendan Kennelly's poem Hope came flashing into my happy and connected mind:
Our skies are brightening up today.
I love your company, dear friend,
and always will, come what may.
I dream of being the living song
everyone would love to sing.
Impossible? No. That's me. Let's keep walking
until both our hearts are singing.
I'd love to hear of any sea-related poems that spring to your mind?