THE DERELICT
Size: 17.0 x 09.5
I was the staunchest of our fleet
Till the sea rose beneath our feet
Unheralded, in hatred past all measure.
Into his pits he stamped my crew,
Buffeted, blinded, bound and threw,
Bidding me eyeless wait upon his pleasure.
Man made me,
And my will is to my maker still,
Whom now the currents con, the rollers steer --
I was the staunchest of our fleet
Till the sea rose beneath our feet
Unheralded, in hatred past all measure.
Into his pits he stamped my crew,
Buffeted, blinded, bound and threw,
Bidding me eyeless wait upon his pleasure.
Man made me,
And my will is to my maker still,
Whom now the currents con, the rollers steer --
Lifting forlorn to spy
Trailed smoke along the sky,
Falling afraid lest any keel come near!
Man made me,
And my will is to my maker still
To him and his, our peoples at their pier:
Lifting in hope to spy
Trailed smoke along the sky,
Falling afraid lest any keel come near!
© Rudiyard Kipling
Trailed smoke along the sky,
Falling afraid lest any keel come near!
Man made me,
And my will is to my maker still
To him and his, our peoples at their pier:
Lifting in hope to spy
Trailed smoke along the sky,
Falling afraid lest any keel come near!
© Rudiyard Kipling
you are creative. that's a beautiful picture, and that's an even better poem to give it meaning. both well chosen
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ReplyDeletei third the above comments :)
ReplyDelete@Everyone.... Gracias
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