Poems of the Sea is an anthology of classic poetry that celebrates the sea; from the power of a stormy ocean to ships and sailors and beaches strewn with shells. Part of the Macmillan Collector’s Library; a series of stunning, pocket-sized classics with ribbon markers. These beautiful books make perfect gifts or a treat for any book lover. This edition features an introduction by author Adam Nicolson.For generations, poets have taken inspiration from ocean mists and rugged coastlines to conjure up adventures on the high seas and joyous days at the seaside. From Emily Dickinson’s morning dog walks by the shore, to the river running through Sara Teasdale’s sunny valley, and from Walt Whitman’s fish-filled forests, to the silent ships passing in Paul Laurence Dunbar’s dark ocean, there are poems here for every reader to enjoy.
Reflections and lessons learned: “It wets my foot, but prettily, It chills my life, but wittily, It is not disconcerted, It is not broken-hearted” Ralph Waldo Emerson, Water
A broad collection of water based poetry for adults that can appreciate all levels, types and styles. Used to properly relax, in moments inland, when the sound of constant change and power seemed far away, but reminding us all subtlety, that it’s still driving so much in the world?
My favourite? Well can anyone ever beat The Owl and the Pussycat for a relatable, longed for, nonsensical escape, featuring animals, love, friendship, discovery, and an adventure that everyone deserves a shot at? My old bedfellow and friend, find us a pea green boat, and we’ll sail away…
As far as poetry collections go this one is a winner. A variety of poems about water. Mostly the sea/ocean but also brooks, rivers and streams.
All of the poetry is hugely atmospheric and I dare the reader not to find some poems that they adore.
The book was divided into different themes relating to water and it is a beautiful little pocket book that can either sit on the bedside table or be slipped into a bag and pulled out for a quiet reflective movement. The cover and inside ends are a beautiful blue and look like waves.
A nice edition to my poetry collection that I will certainly revisit.
“I must down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide Is a wind call and a clear call that may not be denied; And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying, And the flung spray and the blown spike, and the sea-gulls crying.”