Poems by Harry Kemp
At Sea I Learned The Weather
... I learned that, 'mid the thunder, ...
There's Nothing Like A Ship At Sea
... . . But there's nothing like a ship at sea with her sails full-spread ...
Farewell
... Still loving Song, but loving more ...
Shanghaied
... Shanghaied! Yes, yon's the mist they call the shore, ...
The Beach Comber
... Where men struggle for life, where they work and find sweet ...
When Ham And Sham And Japhet: A Sailor's Song
... Of fights they'd had, and friendships, ...
Chanteys
... These are the songs that we sing with crowding feet, ...
Seaside Talkers (Provincetown Summer of 1917)
... And while the fishers clung to planks and spars ...
Hesperides
... The loosed winds drove them south and north, ...
The Chantey Of The Cook (dithyramb of a discontented crew)
... For the coffee's only chickory half-soaked in luke-warm water, ...
A Sailor's Life
... The long, white leagues and the foam of it, ...
A Poet's Room (Greenwich Village 1912)
... The broken fanes and shrines of Greece ...
A Shining Ship
... Have you ever gazed from the headland's reach ...
Good-Bye! (a chantey to be sung at the capstan)
... There's a good stiff wind, and we're outward bound! ...
Said The Captain To Me
... "I have a young son," says the Captain to me, ...
