Look out towards the country
The unutterable names of old
Given by:
Angles and Saxons,
Norse and Brytons,
Romans and Normans
Would thine elder of yore
Who spake of thriving thorpes,
worksome wicks and buzzling bies
Who had his toft by the hithe
Whither mariners from nautic north
Came with weal and words from wond'rous worlds
Over the stormy, occult ocean,
That wily whale-road where
Days and years become one
Claiming men clamouring
For their hallowed homestead
Rather than the weird, wide wet
How lede back at land lived
their lives looking over the blue,
black sky-sea, thinking whither
they went by boisterous boats
Still, the wandering mind,
would seldom set to sea,
but see towards the strewn stones
even in a past before this past
were rich caesters of Roman craft
were duns, defending against foes
How mute these tales and fates do fall upon the foreign ear of the future.
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Songs of the Reed
PoetryA repository of various poems that I have written over the years gathered into this publication. Influences range from Whitman, Ginsberg to Shakespeare and Milton and confluence into what is hopefully a larger collection. It'll be updated daily with...
