Spotlight Poetry – Heat – A poem by Hilda Doolittle (H.D.)

© Amanda Phipps, Heat, 2014

Heat by Hilda Doolittle

O wind, rend open the heat,
cut apart the heat,
rend it to tatters.

Fruit cannot drop
through this thick air—
fruit cannot fall into heat

that presses up and blunts
the points of pears
and rounds the grapes.

Cut the heat—
plough through it,

turning it on either side
of your path.

Poem Attribution © Hilda Dooliitle, Heat

Source Attribution https://poets.org/poem/heat

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Painting Attribution © Amanda Phipps, Heat, 2014

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Spotlight Poetry – Sea Fever – A poem by John Masefield

© Adele Gibson, I must go down to the sea, 2020

Sea Fever by John Masefield

I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by;

And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea’s face, and a grey dawn breaking.
 
I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild 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 spume, and the sea-gulls crying.
 
I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull’s way and the whale’s way where the wind’s like a whetted knife;

And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over.

Poem Attribution © John Masefield, Sea Fever

Source Attribution https://www.poetrybyheart.org.uk/poems/sea-fever/

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Painting Attribution © Adele Gibson, I must go down to the sea, 2020

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Spotlight Poetry – Natural Music – A poem by Robinson Jeffers

© Terry Gregoraschuk, Voices, 2018

Natural Music by Robinson Jeffers

The old voice of the ocean, the bird-chatter of little rivers,
(Winter has given them gold for silver

To stain their water and bladed green for brown to line their banks)
From different throats intone one language.
So I believe if we were strong enough to listen without

Divisions of desire and terror
To the storm of the sick nations, the rage of the hunger smitten cities,
Those voices also would be found

Clean as a child’s; or like some girl’s breathing who dances alone

By the ocean-shore, dreaming of lovers.

Poem Attribution © Robinson Jeffers, Natural Music,

Source Attribution https://www.poemhunter.com/poem/natural-music-2/

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Painting Attribution © Terry Gregoraschuk, Voices, 2018

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