NIS (4 September 1915 - 14 April 2005 / Youngstown, Ohio)


BEYOND the East the sunrise, beyond the West the sea,
And East and West the wander-thirst that will not let me be;
It works in me like madness, dear, to bid me say good-bye;
For the seas call, and the stars call, and oh! the call of the sky!

I know not where the white road runs, nor what the blue hills are;
But a man can have the sun for a friend, and for his guide a star;
And there's no end of voyaging when once the voice is heard,
For the rivers call, and the roads call, and oh! the call of the bird!

Yonder the long horizon lies, and there by night and day
The old ships draw to home again, the young ships sail away;
And come I may, but go I must, and, if men ask you why,
You may put the blame on the stars and the sun and the white road and the sky.

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A poignant rendition insightfully brought forth in persuasive poetic expressions with conviction. Thanks for sharing, Steward.
This is a great poem with a strong metaphor.
But nature builds truer by mysterious plan And rules for us grandly far more than we can.. you find the subtle difference between the natural dream and the made up dream. very fine insight and i love to read this last stanza. thank you dear poetess. tony
a novel way of writing about dreams liked it
Full of deep thought and a very interesting idea!
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