The Chantey Of The Cook (dithyramb of a discontented crew) (Harry Kemp Poems)
The Devil take the cook, that old grey-bearded fellow,Yo ho, haul away!Who feeds us odds and ends and biscuits whiskered ...
Harry Kemp Poems (37 Poems)
The Doldrums (A Still-Life Picture) (Harry Kemp Poems)
The sails hang dead, or they lift and flap like a cornfield scarecrow's coat,And the seabirds swim abreast of us ...
Good-Bye! (a chantey to be sung at the capstan) (Harry Kemp Poems)
Good-bye to Dirty Kate's saloon —Walk 'er round!As we slither past the last sand dune —Walk 'er round!We're outward bound!Good-bye ...
A Whaler’s Confession (Harry Kemp Poems)
Three long years a-sailing, three long years a-whaling,Kicking through the ice floes, caught in calm or gale,Lost in flat Sargasso ...
The Remedy (Harry Kemp Poems)
When you've failed with ordered people, when you've sunk neck-deep againIn the sluggish wash and jetsam of the slackened tides ...
Clipper Days (a song from Snug Harbor) (Harry Kemp Poems)
I am eighty years old and somewhat,But I give to God the praiseThat they made a sailor of meIn the ...
The Shipwreck (Harry Kemp Poems)
Men stood like dolls about the seething deck;White as the foam their faces shone, whose fleckTongued far up the long ...
A Wheat-Field Fantasy (Harry Kemp Poems)
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Going Down In Ships (Harry Kemp Poems)
Going down to sea in shipsIs a glorious thing,Where up and over the rolling wavesThe seabirds wing;Oh, there's nothing more ...
The Endless Lure (Harry Kemp Poems)
When I was a lad I went to seaAnd they made a cabin boy of me.Yo ho, haul away, my ...
Ship’s Glamour (Harry Kemp Poems)
When there wakes any wind to shake this place,This wave-hemmed atom of land on which I dwell,My fancy conquers time, ...
When Ham And Sham And Japhet: A Sailor’s Song (Harry Kemp Poems)
When Ham and Shem and JaphetThey walked the capstan roundUpon the strangest vessel,Was ever outward bound,The music of their voicesFrom ...
There’s Nothing Like A Ship At Sea (Harry Kemp Poems)
There's nothing like a ship at sea with all her sails full-spreadAnd the ocean thundering backward 'neath her mounting figureheadAnd ...
Jim (Harry Kemp Poems)
We couldn't make him out; he seldom spoke;We never caught him smiling at a joke —And yet he was a ...
A Poet’s Room (Greenwich Village 1912) (Harry Kemp Poems)
I have a table, cot and chairAnd nothing more. The walls are bareYet I confess that in my roomLie Syrian ...
A Shining Ship (Harry Kemp Poems)
Have you ever seen a shining shipRiding the broad-backed wave,While the sailors pull the ropes and singThe chantey's lusty stave?Have ...
The Beach Comber (Harry Kemp Poems)
I'd like to return to the world again,To the dutiful, work-a-day world of men, —For I'm sick of the beach-comber's ...
Wind-Jammer’s Song (1845 Clipper Days) (Harry Kemp Poems)
All hands on deck, below there!The storm is coming soon,The clouds tramp on in panicAcross the swirling moon.The wind pipes ...
A Seaman’s Confession Of Faith (Harry Kemp Poems)
As long as I go forth on ships that sailThe mighty seas, my faith, O Lord, won't fail;And while the ...
The Girl That Married Another Man (Harry Kemp Poems)
Oh, it's easy come and it's easy goWith most of the little girls I know,—Haul away, my bullies!And when you ...
The Wreck (Harry Kemp Poems)
Seared bone-white by the glare of summer weather,Cast side-long, on the barren beach she lies,She who once brought the earth's ...
Sailormen (Harry Kemp Poems)
When our ship gets home again, after cruising up and down,Where the old, familiar hills crowd above the little town,Oh, ...
The Shipwrecked Sailor (Harry Kemp Poems)
There blossomed into golden day another rosy morn:The ship-wrecked sailor woke, and watched again, of hope forlorn,From his high, purple-misted ...
Shanghaied (Harry Kemp Poems)
Shanghaied! . . . I swore I'd stay ashoreAnd sail the wide, wide seas no more! . . .Shanghaied! Shanghaied!Shanghaied — ...
A Sailor’s Life (Harry Kemp Poems)
Oh, a sailor hasn't much to brag —An oilskin suit and a dunnage bag.But, howsoever humble he be,By the Living ...
Fo’c’sle Comradeship (Harry Kemp Poems)
There's not much in the fo'c'sle of a shipBut old sea boots and chests that stand in rowsWhile up above ...
At Sea I Learned The Weather (Harry Kemp Poems)
At sea I learned the weather,At sea I learned to knowThat waves raged not forever,Winds did not ever blow.I learned ...
Seaside Talkers (Provincetown Summer of 1917) (Harry Kemp Poems)
They drank the bitter, salt wine of the sea,They breathed up drowning bubbles from belowWhile we sat in the storm's ...
Hesperides (Harry Kemp Poems)
Beyond the blue rim of the world,Washed round with languid-lapsing seas,Where the Wind's wings were ever furledThe Ancients dreamed Hesperides.Ship ...
Chanteys (Harry Kemp Poems)
These are the songs that we sing with crowding feet, Heaving up the anchor chain,Or walking down the deck in the ...